Do you ever contemplate a harder life? Do you ever think about what it would be like, for instance, to be a dairy farmer? There are no holidays for a dairy farmer. You can’t tell your cows to go milk themselves, or hold that milk for a long weekend and you’ll be back with them on Monday. Every day without fail, you’ve got to get up at 5 a.m. (why so early?) and milk the cows. And if you’re sick, you’ve got to find someone to do it for you.
What about a life in which you would have to work to be able to eat every day? When I wake up, the first thing I do is make a pot of coffee. Later, I cook a couple of eggs or have a bowl of cereal. I just open my refrigerator and it’s there. What if I lived an existence in which I had to harvest my breakfast every morning – go out looking for eggs or berries or nuts? There are still many people who daily harvest their food. There are many more who have to elaborately prepare it just to eat breakfast – hours of chopping wood and starting a fire, grinding, pounding, mixing and baking before they get a bite to eat.
Truly, we are blessed if we can start out the morning by opening a refrigerator. Once we begin to have a taste of leisure, we crave it more and more. Once we get the eggs, milk and bread sitting in the fridge waiting for us, we begin to dream of ways they could be already made into pancakes or French toast – just waiting for us.