Last night I went to bed quite late. Again…I went to Oana’s and we had a very long talk about what we did in high-school and what we were doing at the moment. She said she will never have the same passion she used to have for learning things, for knowing. And the passion of staying late reading Physics books, that’s all gone too…

I lost my passion for staying up late reading a book. I still do it, but not as often as I did and definitely not with the same pleasure. I also lost my passion for writing. I never finished my novels, except one, when I was in high-school, but at least I was happy doing it. And although I improved my writing skills a lot, although I have a lot better story ideas, I stopped “creating”. No more essays, no more short stories, no more novels, no more journalistic writing either! All gone down the drain.

But I do hope I won’t lose my passion for hotels! I always wanted to get to run one and I am starting to study it this autumn. Maybe this time I won’t lose my interest on the way! It was quite the same with journalism: very passionate at first, but then I ended working as a marketing officer…