I love this passage from the poem, “Two Tramps in Mud Time,” by Robert Frost:

But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future’s sakes.

I had never heard the word avocation until I read this poem. According to Merriam-Webster, avocation means “an activity that you do regularly for enjoyment rather than as a job.” This passage is beautiful, but is it really possible to bring work and play together, when God cursed work as toil in Genesis 3?