Passionate, I am not

Why??
Or may be I am passionate but unfortunately lack the will to bring my passion to life :-s
In the last few years I have met people passionately following:
-Music
-Food
-Paintings
-Colors
-Life
-Death
-Sorrow
-Happiness
and many more. When I sit down to think of my passion, I come up with nothing. Am I really that hollow? Well for records, I love reading books, listening to music, I am attracted to violin, I know how death can feel therefore I appreciate life a lot and anything and everything that comes with it, I like to slumber, argue with friends over matters of global importance and many such 'interesting' stuff yet when it comes to passion, I have none, I feel.
Yea, I am in the legion of people who dream big, dream really big. And yea all these dreams are day dreams. But I am scared to see these dreams come to reality. Ironic it is.
I wonder sometimes if passion could help me see thru my fears of achieving what I really want for myself. Some may agree, many may not. I know one thing for sure, nothing comes easy ( and for those who've had it easy.. I am sorry for them) so is it really 'passion' that keeps them going?
I absolutely love any work I do. I can not settle for anything less than 'super' when it comes to work. That is how I am. Sub standard work freaks me out. Does it mean I am passionate about my work?
I dont know. May be it is not as difficult as it appears to me. I have this uncanny ability to complicate matters beyond repair. Something I am not really proud of :D
May be, I am passionate. May be I just dont tag my efforts as one.

-eL

Zephyr

A flower.
Simple and beautiful.
Merry and gay.
She danced with wind.
Played with birds.
Stared at the moonlit sky.
Awaited spring and her friends.
She epitomised Happiness. She epitomised Life.
But one day something happened. She got hurt.
After that day, she refused to dance. She refused to sway.
She refused to look at the stars.
For her, world was not the same anymore.
She was strong enough to not die or even kill herself
but not willful enough to live.
The ones to whom she gave hope, she appeared morose
The ones to whom she gave a reason to live, she appeared dead
Her friends, she realised were not her friends.
Tides changed course and so did they.
Standing alone in darkness one night she thought,
'If I have to live, I will live my life and leave a trail. A trail for people to follow. For people should know what one can do and I will lead the path to that way.'
She was strong. But she needed support.
Her body feebled with fear and apprehension.
'Guussshh....', came a gust of wind.
Flower swayed.
She looked up at the sky. And the stars shined upon her.
Her Zephyr came.
To help her live.
To help her rejoice.
My Zephyr came.

--adios.