“Far and away the best prize that life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.” Those are the words of Teddy Roosevelt, though you are likely to find thousands of great and wise people who will say that the successful and truly blissful person does what they are driven by their fervor to do; indeed we would likely not know of them if they hadn’t. To get paid for it would just be that more sweet. Living can be hard if making a living is the only goal; especially if making a living means in fact that you really aren’t living at all.
I would research the lives of interesting people and events and write about them so they would not be forgotten or consigned to dry lists without the phenomenal stories of real lives that they actually are comprised of. I would find a photo in a long forgotten library cache; feel a document signed by great and interesting people and then hand it to my son so that he could feel the same electricity that passes through time; like touching the bumps of paint on a work by a great master. Feeling the astounding reality of lives, no matter what time has passed. I would seek out and write the stories too amazing, interesting and important to be forgotten or to be fiction. Then there is only implementation: educating myself so that I can honestly claim to be amply credible, and to keep writing.