Dreamkiller

I've complained of this before, but it makes me wonder...what kills dreams? Familiarity and the day to day grind that turns workers in to grey salariman that so many creative youth fear? The fear itself of work, the uncertainty of the future? The saition (sp!) of early desires? The electronic chained daydream that is computer on line gaming?

Most of my dreams I've made real, in some way...and I know that many I could if I desired them. It' s not time nor talent I lack (indeed, one can develop the other) but passion. Where did it go? Did I lose it at work, broken in the day to day beating of the spirit over money (ok, then I must apply Biz Zen and throw the elephant). Is it in the online games, which constrain you to a developed vision? Is it in my choice of activites, of friends, of habits?

Or is it Age, daughter to cruel time, sneaking up on me?