My professor asked us to think of a topic that we were passionate about (it would be the topic of a number of projects we would do for the rest of the semester).  This terrified me.  It terrified me because when he asked what I was passionate about my mind was a complete blank.  I, honestly, have no idea what I am passionate about.  This scares the shit out of me because everyone should believe in something…because if you never believe in something or are passionate about something then what is the point in living?

If you don’t wake up for something, if you don’t have something to be passionate about, then you just wake up every morning for the sole purpose of making it through to the end of the day.  I feel like this sometimes and I don’t like that feeling.  I want to wake up every day knowing that I care about something, and go to sleep knowing that I have fought for something. 

There must be something I am passionate about; maybe I just haven’t figured it out yet.  But how does someone figure that out?  How does someone realize their purpose in life?