Always contemplating my purpose. Seeking an answer to the question of what I want to be when I grow up. Tricked into believing my answer should consist of some fabulous career or occupation.
It has been said that your purpose is directly related to your passion. That if you can find something that you love to do, do it. Through all the back and forth of considering what I can do, should do and like to do, the one thing that has been ever-present... is... love.
When I grow up, I want to be a lover. Who in this existence has the heart to say that that's not good enough?