Inspired by the thought of those tears of joy and relief at finding one’s calling in this world. It’s so hard to find that ecstatic joy of feeling truly purposeful, to believe that we have something to offer this world which is uniquely ours.

So much anxiety and self-doubt are fed into this quest, that often, upon finding something which brings this type of joy, we must cry with relief.

My partner struggles to find this.

I believe that after half a lifetime of searching, I may have finally found my calling. I hope so dearly for him to find his. And when he does, I hope to be there to kiss his lips and taste those sweet tears of joy.