I didn’t read last night. I’ve disappointed all 1.5 of you.
What keeps you motivated to do what you love? I’ve noticed sometimes it’s not enough just to like something or have passion for something. For example, I love my job, but I’m leaving this week. I still have passion for the field, but there’s something tugging on me, telling me that there’s something beyond it I must strive for. There’s also the fact that mentally I can’t handle it anymore, not with the same strength I had five years ago. I’m also craving something new, something shiny or something sooty, something rough or smooth, anything, really, that’s different. I’m very fortunate that although my finances suck at the moment, I will have enough to keep my bills paid for a few months before I need to look for another job.
I’m also a college student, if that makes things any better. It took me 7 years to get my associates degree because of medical problems, and now at 25 I’m not sure I want to keep the major I’ve persisted through hell to complete.
Another passion that I’m still fairly passionate about, lost.
I relate this to reading; I’ve read plenty of poor books that held my interest stronger than the exceptional ones. It’s almost as if when the analytic side of me isn’t challenged, I’m not interested.
My current job works with people. People often have problems, but not problems that are necessarily better helped with concrete solutions. I realize I need a position that challenges me logically, philosophically, and analytically. I also think I work better by myself. Do you ever feel that way about certain things? As if you’re not living up to your potential because you just haven’t found where you belong yet?
I feel like that’s angsty teen shit. Turns out it’s angsty adult shit, too.
What keeps you motivated to read a book is just as fair of a question. I’m reading another book called The Morality Play which I love every time I pick it up, but I’m having trouble staying consistent with reading it overt his last month. It’s a small book, about 188 pages. In contrast, I read The World According to Garp in just over five hours once. That’s about 609 pages.
Is it really just as simple as “it’s an off day” or “it’s a good day?”
Is it really that simple?
I’m both exhausted and mystified by the complexity of life. Maybe I should go read.
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2 thoughts on “Passion for Passion”
I struggle with motivation too. For me, it tends to be an object in motion stays in motion kind of situation where I can do the things I love when I do them regularly especially on a schedule, but starting back up is extremely difficult. I hope you are able to get some motivation soon
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That too! Getting started after falling off the wagon can be the most difficult. I can’t seem to direct my energy to a place I want lol but I’ll get back on it soon.
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