I worked all of my life. Didn’t have time for friends, family—people in general. I never married nor had children. I was married to my work. For years, I toiled. There seemed to be no end to it and yet, I wasn’t satisfied or content. If only I had stopped and asked myself, “For whom am I toiling and why am I robbing myself of life’s pleasures?”
Suddenly, I hear someone say, “Good afternoon. Lovely day, isn’t it?”
I gaze up into a beautiful face framed by silver curls. She must have been a stunner when she was young.
I was inspired by what a wise king said in the book of Ecclesiastes about some people who toil all all of their lives and yet contentment and satisfaction elude them.