A time to dance

Helena took ballet lessons this year. The recital was a production of "Snow White" and her class played the part of Flowers in the Garden. They really were lovely. I volunteered to be backstage, so I got to watch her dance from the wings. She noted just after they exited that they had been working on the dance for many hours over many months, yet had only spent three minutes on stage.  I feel like there is a Life Metaphor in there somewhere?