What started as a deep, burning passion has been reduced to a dull, lifeless task, dedication and devotion have disappeared, drive and persistence to enhance skill is no longer present. This dead passion is synonymous to discontent and inconvenience, making it nothing but a forgotten dream laying in the back of my head. 

What was once imbedded in my head as the pinnacle of avocations no longer has significance as a passion. Its irreversible, the passion is dead and gone, not likely to have a comeback. Nothing has stuck to me for a long time, and I don’t expect anything anytime soon. It's gone and cannot be regained.