What Really Makes You Fall in Love with Life?

Is There Really a Concrete Reason?

Have you ever asked yourself this question?

Have you ever questioned it?

In those moments when you wake up every day to go to work, or to follow the routines that the system imposes on us to survive, to have our means of subsistence?

I apologize for these questions… but I ask myself these questions quite often, and the answer is somewhat vague. I don’t have anything concrete, just various things, and what things…

But… But… And there’s always that “but” hovering in my head about what really makes me passionate about life…

If I had to remove everything I have — family, boyfriend, work — what really makes me passionate after all?!

That’s when I feel bad… I feel an emptiness without an answer… And I question myself…

Could it be that I don’t have a reason strong enough and that I’m truly, wholly passionate about?

Why don’t I feel this?

Have you ever felt this way?

And if you’ve found that passion, could you share it with me in the comments?

I need to absorb real opinions…