I have noticed that no one sticks to their obsessions for a longer duration of time. We might be crazy about one thing, give it a few months or years for that to matter, and suddenly, you are over it. There have been many instances in my life that I often look back and realize, “Oh yeah! I used to be crazy about that.”

For instance, there are hobbies you pick up along the way, and a good chunk of time from your life gets spent on them. Then, like a pawn, you get picked up and moved to a different quarter away from that passion. You are no longer thinking about it. You have lost a window to a wall, and now there’s no peeking back. New avocations develop—suddenly, you are preoccupied with something new.

I surmise timely obsessions are the zones you create when you are plagued by wonder. That certain admiration you develop for a custom, when your heart’s beating fast, and you lose the sense of time or place, mixes with the right blend of the marvel of pursuit. I mean, in those mesmerizing moments, you are living in the present, not thinking about how unworldly of an allure to enchant you! That circle follows you, sticks to you like your aura radiating. It stays with you for a while until your interest wanes, paving the way for another zone.

But then again, that’s not entirely true since a part of me would always like wrestling, books, movies, music, or even some specific sports games. There still would be fanboy obsessions over people or places. I could still go nuts about some topics if I am reminded. Indeed, I would not be as ardent a follower as I used to be. But there would remain a soft spot holed up inside me that would enliven with sheer mentions.

It’s weird how gaming remains one of those constant fascinations to date, despite how grown up I am. Or even writing, how exhilarated I become after completing any article. Some things are core fixations—probably tied to your purpose in life. They don’t really fade away. Returning to them feels different, feels like a homecoming. It’s as if you were enamored with such hobbies in all your past lives.

I think about all the things that I am crazy about today and wonder how, in a few years, they will somehow become lost and forgotten. I will probably find myself wondering the same thing then, “Oh yeah! I was crazy about it.”