Ten years ago when I told people I was retiring, many were concerned that my only plan for retirement was to do nothing. I felt misunderstood and down. I went for a walk in the garden of the monastery where I was making a retreat. I was walking toward someone who I thought was the gardener. When I got closer, I saw that it was one of the monks. He asked me why I looked so glum. I told him. He replied, "Many people don't realize that being is more important than doing."