Crisis

He looked at me questioningly and asked, "Well, what happened to your passion?" I can't answer. Maybe one day I woke up and it was gone. Maybe it had been slowly leaving me for a long time. But when you realize it's gone, or when you allow yourself to admit that it's gone, it's gone. So I find myself sitting at a table, surrounded by my colleagues, my friends, and listening to them talk - words - about various interpretations of Marx while sipping on Pinot Grigio. "It just strikes me as so goddamn lame." That's all I got. Crisis - When your dreams, your ideals, the goals you have set, the very things you have strove for appear to you empty and meaningless.