Why Do I Keep Dreaming About Tilling the Same Land?

Last night, I had a strange dream where I was endlessly plowing a vast rice field.
No matter how much I worked, it felt like the land kept renewing itself.
Maybe it's my mind’s way of reflecting on my daily effort—sometimes feeling like hard work that never seems to end.
Life is a lot like that, isn't it?
We keep pushing forward without knowing when the harvest will come, but still, we dig in with hope.
Just wish we could see tangible results someday…