I read a story once of a prospector who spent years mining a piece of property. Having never unearthed more than a few insignificant flakes of gold, he eventually gave up. Years later, another took over where he’d left off, discovering a major vein of gold just inches from where the old prospector had stopped.
I had the same sad feeling this week thinking of how so many married couples never hit the major gold in marriage because they stopped short.