Ever morning early to rise, till, plough and sow.
Everyone with a burden of responsibility is bound to have a taste of slavery, an obligation to the struggle to Make Ends Meet. Atimes we don't always see our seed rising as should, however that doesn't mean they are not growing.
Again the next day arrives, off to work with hoes, shovels, briefcase, laptops, books and stethoscopes, we are all one, whatever your tool, still a slave.
A group of slaves bound to the shackles of profession, the only question asked,
Are you satisfied with your chains, or would you prefer another?
Like the farmers under the glaring sun, our hoes continue to work for us, we spend hours in full concentration and effort with this hoes that they even they begin to cry blunt.
Rest never felt so good after hours of tillage, sadly it must end and struggle continues.
Even after the tillage come the sowing, a subsequent slavery to secure the seedlings.
Weeding, servicing, reading, lessons, and pratices all in effort to give security.
Also like the farmers, days pass by, weeks and even months, then for a work well done there is a reward well deserved, the spring you might say, the growing benefits of your slavery, and in righteous time a deserving harvest
It is true that not all seeds spring forth and also possible for all to be damned, however effective work always has its reward and even with damnation it would only be a percentage.
In other words, for a Job well done you will surely be rewarded, though it might not seem so at the moment, it just takes time to rise above ground but above ground it shall surely spring.
Work Hard, Work Just, then you can Play
