The Game of My Fucking Life

When does one lose their drive? Their passion? Do I have a passion? I’m not sure that I do. I know I can be passionate about things…About doing things… But what is that singular thing that propels me through the universe? Do I need one? I’m grasping for something, some sort of control over my life. I’ve lived vicariously through others art and projects for my entire life. Why am I afraid to live my own life? I want to stand apart so that I can stand together and collaborate with others, b...