Approaching this post was actually quite difficult for me. It’s made me realize all the things that I’ve had fleeting passions for but never committed to enough to engage in long-term deliberate practice. Which albeit perhaps normal, was quite sad for me – at first.
For the majority of my childhood, I wasn’t much of an athlete (I wasn’t ever very physically active for that matter), but when I got to college I started to run. A lot. What started out as walking a mile quickly turned into training for a marathon. And, I became very passionate about running. I loved it, it was home, it was routine, it was what I counted on, what I needed. And, I shared my enthusiasm with other people and many joined me. This lasted for a few years, and then I started very deliberately practicing – following specific workouts and diets and experimenting on myself as I became faster and stronger. But at some point, I don’t know when or how, and I imagine it was some slow progression towards it – I stopped loving it.
Or, maybe I just stopped needing it.
Is genius just obsession for qualities that society deems desirable?