And why “Find Your Passion” might be the worst advice you’ve ever heard
I used to think there was something terribly wrong with me.
I’d scroll through LinkedIn or hear friends talk about their dream jobs, their “calling,” their all-consuming drive, and I’d sit there wondering why I didn’t feel anything like that.
So, to do something about it, I chose a hobby that I genuinely enjoyed and turned it into a project.
I started writing on this platform.
At first, I was in it. I truly, truly enjoyed everything about writing. I loved the community, the stories, and the sense of accomplishment every time I hit that publish button.
And I showed up consistently for over two years. I found the flow, fulfillment, and maybe even a hint of that elusive “passion.”
But then one day… I just stopped.
Not because of burnout or because life suddenly got too chaotic. But because I stopped enjoying it. I didn’t feel pulled to it, and what once felt meaningful started to feel forced.
And I wondered if this dissatisfaction meant it was never really passion to begin with. And maybe I was faking it this whole time.