Find something you’re passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.
If I were to wish for anything, I should not with for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never.
My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
Knowing what you want and going after it every day is one of the most beautiful things anyone can have in life.
Skills are cheap. Passion is priceless.
Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stressed; working hard for something we love is called passion.
Just don’t give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong.