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garden of choice

by @bela-matyas-feher

my body aches, hands and feet are pierced with the pain that comes from labor, muscles sore from lifting the leaden weight over and again. how easy to say 'no, i shall not do it' and let this day pass away like any other. but the aches and pains have meaning, a small bit of suffering endured for the better, one i will make again and again, because the work is more important than the pain and the discomfort - it is the act of working that brings honor to the labor, because I do not have to do it - i choose to.
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