Once there was a crusty old music teacher who taught the 3rd and 4th semesters of music theory at a famous music college. As he was explaining the details of an obscure point of classical harmony, one of the students, a theory major, sent a text message to one of his friends:
“How will I ever remember all of this worthless drivel? I hope I can pass this test – I can’t wait to get out of here. What are you doing later?”
Another student, a composer, thought, “This is a great idea! I can use this when I want to invoke the sound of a dramatic Beethoven cadence. It’s similar to some jazz chords I’ve been playing with. I can’t wait to get out of here to mess with these ideas!”
Love of a thing naturally bears the fruit of understanding, where obligation sees only confusion and drudgery. The same exact circumstance looks like obligation or opportunity, based on the desire of the one who comes to it.
Those who think only of the final judgement see nothing but the possibility of failure, where those who love see the present substance of joy, and in the end are thus justified.