We work all our lives for what we consider important. And while we work we do those things that seem necessary to keep up appearances-and if we had to we cut corners on peace and joy and time with those we loved.
It is so easy to lose contact with an important part of ourselves, the part that feeds us spiritually and gives us contentment. We get to be drudges and frumps and resent those who take up our time and seem to have nothing to share.
If we are filled with bitterness for having done the right thing rather than what we really wanted to do, we would be even angrier when we realize we have wasted precious time fretting when we could have been happy. A shovel can be a symbol of drudgery, but we must remember that it could dig up gold.