Crossing the finish line

Or not... Life, however fickle, is not a race. Not for me anyway. The goal is to accumulate experiences, friendships, love...in short, to live. And living without any passion is not worth living at all. But what happens when you have a plethora of passions, or projects but seem unable to finish them? I dearly admire people with certainty. People who've always known what they were to accomplish and went after it. People who don't doubt their choices but rather embrace them. People who have been playing the same sport or instrument for years. People who have been pursuing the same career path since they were infant. People...unlike me. You see, i have an insatiable appetite for learning. And passionate i sure am. But i seem to be unable to see things through. To find my one niche that i love and to stick with it, without getting bored and without seeking a new thrill. This goes from reading and finishing a book, to sticking with a career path, to finding a worthwhile hobby, to yes, finding a great partner. One needs direction, a sense of purpose and a sense of accomplishment that a strong and thorough mind can bring. And sometimes i see my passion for everything and anything as a gift. And sometime i see it as a curse. Have you ever felt this way? xox