Random Rambling: Weaker...

I like the idea of having to labour for the fruit. With smut on the arms, grit under the nails, sweat dribbling down the back and boiling on my forehead, I have both hands on a spade, chest heaving to lift, trembling upon hitting the hard soil. But modern life has changed everything. Manual work seems suited for the brainless, the less gifted outcasts of society. Nobody really knows what is hard work, nor is it appreciated. Some blame it on technology advancement for our reliance. The same mentality slips over to love at times. Now, I have no idea how I arrived at this point. But anyway, humans are raised to realise the importance of speed and efficiency, more than the process or development of things, to cut out rework, hence the "easy come, easy go" of love, and the failure to accept minor setbacks as the spirit or resilience grows weaker.