Any hobby that I ever had, took me through four stages.
- I got to know my hobby-to-be. I got a liking to it, and started to explore its ways and nature.
- I fell madly in love and obsessively engaged in my hobby. Distracted myself from everything else and just spent days and nights carelessly, ceaselessly engulfed in my hobby. I ignored the basic responsibilities of life and bonded my soul to this hobby in the most intimate way.
- I came to the realization that I’m completely invaded by whatever this former foreign entity was, and might be in mortal danger if i don’t act quickly. So I withdrew spontaneously, leaving a tremendous void in my soul.
- I tried to find the right balance. Sometimes successfully and sometimes failing miserably.
By now, I’m neck-deep in step two, with my writing-blogging. Where it will take me from now? God knows. I’m full of adrenaline, excitement and creativity. But it may very well be heroin or Ecstasy in a different form. It is simultaneously fatal and lifesaving…
What did/would you do?