What I realize now, one only ever starts missing something when you no longer have it. Eventually, that can turn into your new “normal”. A life without that one thing, but it’s never going to be the same again. You start to forget what it was like, what it felt like with your passion still being in your life. You learn to live without it, and it becomes natural. And then you get it back—if you’re lucky enough, that is—and only then do you realize how much you’ve missed it.
