Reading about the need to find your passion and strive after it relentlessly. But what if you can’t find it?

What if you can’t find the thing that motivates you to get out of bed and attack the day?

What if you’ve found a place of comfort? One that’s as equally unthrilling and uninspiring as anything else. One that seems too late to get out of for a fresh start.

What if, perhaps, you don’t have a why?