I feel an ache, long dulled in my heart, growing sharper with time. I am working remotely from home during the COVID-19 pandemic in the construction industry. My wife and son are home, and I am in a small corner work station. I am earning a living wage for us, unable to share in their joys and struggles throughout the day. What pains me most, the sharpening ache in my heart, is that the work I do each day, the work that takes me from the loving laughter of my wife and child, is not my passion. I have never worked toward my passion and have only worked to get made ends meet in life. Now, I can feel the opportunity to work for what I want slipping from my grasp: a fig I've left to ripen for too long before tasting.