Thanks guys, I have a somewhat diverse range of background obsessions which I find my way back to when I suffer 'burn out', or become frustrated through spending countless hours at any one of them. At the moment it's chess. I don't want to wake up one day and realize that despite all the time I've spent learning all I can about it that I haven't even achieved a level of expertise that's befitting of the time invested. The problem with finding any new obsession (or rekindling an(y) old one) is that my interest in that/those means those activities predominate my life style. Writing is another obsession I had/have. Sometimes I'm torn between the two, ie, my time invested in one delays my achieving objectives in the other. Sometimes I abandon an obsession and rummage around for a book to read. I find one and get through a chapter or two before deciding to couple it with reading another. It gets to a point where I have a mountain of books with book marks in them and the daily challenge of reading a portion of each one becomes too intense and demeaning in progress.
I'm concerned that my intrinsic rewards will amount to little and I'll feel like I've wasted my life. Also I feel that my undertaking such activities can't be curbed into more beneficial pursuits. I can't see anything great about working a mediocre job, etc. It has to be befitting, stimulating, etc. I can't join the rat race and yet I like cheese. It's a sick world to belong to.