The Slow Poisoning of Passion
"On various occasions, the man had risen to calls beyond his duty. As in his character; he believed that what needed to be done, had to be done. Learning as he went along, seeing to the tasks' satisfactory fulfillments. Pushing beyond his limits of knowledge and experiences. He was on track... or was he?
Yet he lost himself on this journey. Sadly, he'd lost the balance. He lost sight of the end he had in mind; Amidst the cacophony of daily routines and endless demands. The energy was draining, like a vacuum, a blackhole, slowly sucking his passion into it. In time, what's left will be a void.
He asked: 'where is that passion?' "