The fruits of your labor. Not just the material impact, but the emotional one. Joy is its own reward.

Intention upstaged action. This was not the play writers intent. And so, the dragon was left unslain, and the maiden unsaved.

They saw something I didn’t see. Or rather, what I was hesitant to see. And in coaxing it out, the bloom blossomed.

I didn’t know what I was very good at, but I paid attention to what I liked. And that taught me something. That pushed me forward. That drew me in.

You were a part of something small, a de minimis factor. The overarching principle, you enjoyed it, held you there. Enjoyment was cause enough.