Answer:
There are four of us but it seems like everyone loves spades the most.
My first half means container. Not a lot of people understand my language. What am I?
I tremble at each breath of air and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
When I point up itβs bright. When I point down itβs dark.
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.