There was a gardener
who loved each tree, each plant, and each little shrub in his garden so dearly
that he would not cast away the dead leaves and withered branches. He stored
them all in his garden.
Gradually all the
space in his small garden was taken up by the dead leaves and dry branches, and
the beautiful garden wore the appearance of a garbage heap.
Are we not--so many
of us--like the gardener? We go on storing worries and anxieties, failures and
frustrations, fears and disappointments, which are better cast away and
forgotten. And the beautiful garden of our lives turns into a wasteland!
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