Somehow this is a tricky question and the answer doesn't come easy. Fernando Pessoa, a Portuguese poet, has a saying in one of his poems that is very interesting. It tells us that if we stoped loving something or someone, it means it wasn't real love. I think it can be thought about passion as well. My passion is writing and perhaps it makes sense to me because I love doing it since I can write, to be honest. Our passion is something we enjoy doing, it means it might be hard sometimes but it makes us fight for it even harder, we don't give up until it matches our vision. The problem comes when we make everything in our lives a passion. That's why it's tricky, because there's a really fine line between passion and the things we enjoy doing. A passion can become very stressful if we try to make a living out of it... Then it's no longer a passion and more of a burden. We have to separate the things that we need to do and the things that we do to relax. If a person has to read a lot of books for a thesis, it's certain she won't want to read when she comes home to relax. But if your job allows you to read the things you like and lets you write reviews according to it, then it won't consume you to exhaustion.
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