Is true passion something I'm born with (to be found within) or rather something I've chosen and developed through the years? No matter what you do, you still have a feeling that you should be following a different, more ambitious/ meaningful path. I know it might be some tricks the ego is playing on me to never be satisfied. Of course, on a metaphysical level none of this is true nor does it matter, but still you have to survive . I wonder if I found what I believed would make me happy (life purpose) would I still have the misery that drove me to seek? And so the search starts again. It's like a never ending cycle.
