How I Found My Passion (Hint: I Didn’t Find It)

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For a long time, I waited for passion to show up like some lightning bolt.
Like one day I’d wake up and know what I was born to do.
Everyone kept saying, “Follow your passion.”
And I thought, “Cool… but where is it?”

I felt stuck.
Like I was late to a party I didn’t even know how to get to.

A hand sketching a detailed rose in a notebook on a rustic wooden surface, symbolizing the process of discovering passion through creation.


Turns out, I wasn’t supposed to find it

I didn’t find my passion on a mountaintop or in a viral moment.
It didn’t hit me during a perfect morning or a deep meditation.

I found it slowly.
Quietly.
By trying things.
By doing small stuff that felt interesting… even if it didn’t feel “important.”


It started with curiosity, not clarity

Back then, I didn’t have a plan.
I just liked writing.
I liked making sense of messy thoughts.
I liked how a few words could shift how someone felt.

So I wrote. Not because it was “the thing” — but because it felt like something.

That something turned into a habit.
Then a skill.
Then a little confidence.
And eventually… a passion.


I didn’t find it. I followed what felt alive

I’ve realized passion isn’t a destination.
It’s not hiding somewhere, waiting to be discovered.
It’s something we build by doing.

  • Doing stuff badly at first
  • Doing stuff just because we’re curious
  • Doing stuff even when nobody’s watching

It’s not glamorous.
But it’s real.


What I tell anyone still searching

If you’re waiting for a grand “aha” moment — you might wait forever.

Instead, ask yourself:
What’s one thing I enjoy doing, even if I’m not great at it yet?

Then do that. A little more. And then a little more.

Passion grows in motion. Not in overthinking.


What helped me most

  • Lowering the pressure to “figure it all out”
  • Following what I liked — even if it wasn’t productive
  • Letting go of the idea that it had to be one big thing
  • Trusting that if something lights me up, it’s worth doing again

Final thought

I didn’t find my passion like a hidden treasure.
I built it, piece by piece, by following what felt like me.

And if you’re still figuring it out — good.
That means you’re paying attention.
That means you’re alive.

Keep following the sparks.
They know the way.




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