Play No More; Plow Your Field
Play no more with dice — plow your own field instead. Find joy in what you have, and deem it enough. There are your cattle, there is your wife.
Waiting on a jackpot that has not come, do I hold cheap what is already in my hand?
📝Reflection
The conclusion this long poem of remorse finally reaches is startlingly plain — set down the dice and plow your field. Here 'field' is not a vain jackpot but the honest labor of today. The closing words, 'there are your cattle, there is your wife,' are moving. What truly exists lay not beyond luck but already beside me. How often have I held cheap what was in hand while waiting on a windfall that would not come. To find joy in what I have now and deem it enough — that is the only way to beat the dice.
🌱Apply It Today
Instead of the 'if only this works out' future, list three things already beside you now, and be grateful for them.
This verse is read as universal humanistic wisdom, not religion — no faith is promoted, and the reflection is 100% original ONGO content.
