Find your "passion", he said.

As if "passion" was a magical word.

I asked him what that felt like.

He was silent.

I asked,

"Does it feel like adrenaline running through your veins?

Like butterflies fluttering in your stomach and out through your mouth?

Does it feel as if you're actually living,

and not just alive?
Is it all-encompassing? 

Or is it a subtle contentness that you've found?"

These were all just theories

that I thought "passion" would be

He replied,

"I don't know."