I can focus all my attention on a subject, use reason and even make educated predictions about the matter at hand. But all it takes is to approach the thought from an alternative perspective, and a trapdoor is opened underneath my efforts and my logic is left grasping at thin air.

There seem to be two distinct areas of perspective, divided by a very grey area.

On one hand, you have this internal viewpoint, one that is interested in human fascinations such as ‘why’ or ‘how’, and then there is the external viewpoint which doesn’t seem to care much about the historical structure of an entity, but just continues to exist regardless.

These two perspectives seem to co-exist, and whilst having no direct effect on the other, are linked by a common entity; The Self. They share a common bond, but still have no say in the other’s belief. I may consider the very depths of space, but it doesn’t have any say in whether I am hungry or not. Conversely, as an example, although I may feel loss at the death of a loved one, the impact of my grief seems to have an inconsequential result on the relentless spiral of time.

If the ego were focused on only a single aspect of perspective, life would seem a much simpler task.

So when thinking about what I would to have as the things that are important to me in life, I found myself asking the question:

What am I passionate about?

I drew a blank, and so continued to ask myself questions to aid my quest… What does it mean to be passionate? I can sense it, but found it more difficult to put into words.

After a few conversations about what creates passion, I started to see a pattern. All of the people I spoke to seemed to have experienced a series of increasing rewards relating to their obsessions. What caused them to start in the first place still escapes me… I guess that it could be a random chance, if such a thing exists in this world of preordained events.

So, can one become passionate simply by seeking reward for a particular action?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passion_(emotion)