Once upon a time a guy bought a metal shop. Every week he would visit
it to see what it had produced, but each week he found that it had
produced nothing. This did not make him happy. This went on for three
years. Nothing ever came out of it except dust. He finally decided to
do something different. He cleaned up his shop, bought some metal and
starting learning how to use the shop. He soon found that he could not
make the things he wanted. He could only make simple things, but he
wanted elaborate things. He kept trying, and worked even harder, but
failed to make anything he thought was worth his time. He kept working
though because he found out that while the items he produced were
simple, he enjoyed the work. After many years of hard work he was
finally producing things that he enjoyed.



Father, when you married us, didn't you tell me I had come to the end
of all my troubles?" "Yes. But I didn't tell you which end."