Now, with individuality firmly in hand, I'm thinking that it all sounds easy enough. I really took to the idea that there would be one overriding passion that would control my life. Maybe I would wake up one morning and decide that it was my destiny to throw pots, and I would sacrifice anything for the perfect urn. Well, it is and it isn't. Summing it up that way is akin to saying that a guy who is defenestrated from a 50-story building has a bit of a fall.
Passion is very tricky stuff, and it deserves some contemplation.
So let's try to define what passion is. First off, passion is beyond anyone's control. It is a culmination of desires, and a desire is a reaction, not an action. You simply cannot wake up one morning and suddenly decide to like dogs. I loathe dogs.