I just realized today that I like my job, but don't love it. It's a cool job, no doubt, that turns eyes in conversations. It's a sexy field and I enjoy how it puts demands on my mathematical and problem solving skills. I don't mind bringing work home or reading-up in my free time, but that's only because of my tendency to become obsessive-compulsively dedicated. I don't love my job because it is not intrinsically meaningful and interesting to me, unlike physics, astronomy or music.
It's the same with lust and love.
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