Spa of life

Being stuck in our shit is like being in a spa and seeing only the bubbles and froth on the top and thinking that's the spa, that's what's important, that's what's going on. When underneath them there is your whole body, and the spa jets, and simply just the glorious life giving water all holding you and giving you goodness without judgement. But mostly we wouldn't do that in a spa, we'd see the bubbles as just the froth from a deeper process, and sink back in and joy what is a glorious spa. So why then do we do it life? For all sorts of apparently good reasons i guess, but i'm beginning to think that maybe it's actually no where near as hard as we think to sink back into the spa of life and enjoy the journey.