Finding a reason to cry

How does one find their passion in life. I have many friends who have found out what it is they want to do, and they are actively pursing that now. I have not. I know I have limited my options to technology and sports. These are two very generic topics and I know they encompass many things. Within these two topics I have found many interests, but nothing I can show that I excel at. I was given the name Apprentice because I am easily intrigued and continue to try and learn new things. I am always observing someone trying to learn how they became masters at what they do. Yet I continue to ask myself, is it really something you are born with? Can every skill be learned? How does one come about being skillful? Can you really engaged yourself with books, and practical experience and become great ?

I read a lot. I try to read about everything under the sun. I believe that a wide range of knowledge can help you reinvent whatever skill-set you have. By having knowledge of a range of subjects you can apply different principles to your tasks, and even possibly create something new. I remember reading a Wired magazine article not too long ago that talked about specialized sports training. The scientists where trying to recreate situations in sporting events and have their athletes programmed to respond a certain way. Their goal was to get their players to learn some of the same "natural" talents that professionals had. One thing they said was that professionals, especially the great ones, had much experience in the backyard with friends. Just playing around and having fun. This made me think of the Nike commerical with Ronaldinho playing as a kid. The point the commercial makes is that when you are a kid you are fearless, you play for the fun of the game. You aren't afraid to try new things. You really aren't trying new things you are finding ways of completing the mission of the game. Typically scoring. I know that you can't always have fun, and there are some downtimes in life.

I remember crying after losing a championship game in little league. I cried because in my simple life at the time, that game meant a lot to me. I cried cause of the passion, I shared for the game. Today I ask myself, how can I experience that again. When you do something for the joy of it, it means so much more to you. It means more than the money or the fame. You are playing for life, because doing that, whatever it maybe, it brings you life.

Everyone longs to live. I am constantly searching for that which will give me life. Many things can offer me short sprints of life, but few things have given me something to live for. Everyone has a passion in life, and as life progresses that passion can change. I am still searching for my passion, that which one day will lead me to tears, both of joy and pain.