Garden Or Garbage

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!