Some times I wonder about passion. Okay, often I wonder about passion. I wonder what it is that I'm passionate about. If you look at my checkbook, it's books and food. If you look at my life, it's books.
I'm a middle of the road kinda gal. I don't have an overriding passion to create something, to make the world safe for a specific group, to be the best at something.
I wonder if there's something that would give me passion. Often, people have a passion after tragedy. Someone goes missing, they have a passion for finding people or helping others who have lost someone. A fire consumes a child's house, and they become firefighters or arson investigators or pyromaniacs.
Right now, I'm content with bumping around my life.
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