Nothing is more precious to us than that which we create through toil and struggle:

The brilliance we pull out of dust, the beauty we make out of broken pieces, the value we create where before lay only waste. To take the stuff we are given, even our own shattered lives, and make them whole.

It must be that way. Because that is the very foundation of our world’s existence, the thought that brought it into being: The Creator’s desire that His creations be creators themselves, partners in the perfection of His world.

Maamar B’chukotai 5725, 5.