Fear is never rational

There was this once when I was talking alone with someone and I asked her if it was possible to find a passion or to live without one. She told me that there are people out there who are fine living without a passion, and there are those whose passion could be just sleeping, I cannot help but think that I don’t want to be just fine. I don’t want to be one of those people who has to squeeze onto the morning train just because they have to. If I am going to fight my way onto a train and endure body odour from random strangers every morning, I want it to be because wherever I am going to would make it worth it.

Maybe I have an inkling, or maybe I am completely unsure of where my passion or passions lie. There are things are really want to do on my mind; my imagination and ideas burn thinking about them. Is that passion? But I’m so used to losing interest halfway in so many things that I don’t dare to believe that I have found it.

If I push hard enough, would I finally be able to reach the truth?