If one loves what one does...
Nothing will interfere.
The only thing that can stop this desire,
Is amnesia.
And seldom is that permanent.
However...
If one loves what one does...
Be prepared for that person to at times ignore you.
As if you do not exist.
And be happy if you can with this arrangement.
Since persisting in insisting on something else...
Will find the doer eventually dismissed.
I've heard of this happening,
But I've been too focused on my own business...
To pay what others do any attention at all!
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