I don’t think I’d be any worse off if I’d chosen a dull, mind-numbing career instead of choosing to do the thing I’ve been passionate about since I was a toddler. My working life would still make me depressed and stressed and run-down. At least my passion would have stayed as a passion, something I do for fun on the weekends. I’d still love it and feel alive when I practise it. Instead, my job has made me hate and resent it. There’s no magic in it anymore, I don’t get excited talking about it anymore. It’s just the thing I kill myself for, to make someone else wealthy and successful.