Habit

It is kind of funny how things you once treasured so dearly become just another thing. How activities you once could not get enough of barely hold your interest. Passion becomes habit and you start to wonder how much you wish to hold onto something that is only habit. Yet you still recall loving it, and wonder if you will regret anything later should you give up and abandon it. You press on, on a good day still deriving some good feeling from the thing. On a bad day it leaves you dry, wondering why you still continue with it.