Why Do We Work?

I came across this comment in my morning Artist Key letter.  It explains the joy I get at work doing things with dirt, water and plants.  It fills my cup with joy.

We are drawn to our labour of love because it fills our cups like no other nourishment. The making of art is a private puzzle and working out the puzzle is beguiling. Let the folks who don't love their work look forward to their retirement from it.