If you get paid to do something, you tend to do it over and over again, if nothing else then out of compulsion.
But if you don't get paid for anything, or you don't get paid for any of your passions, then you're constantly exhausting yourself and moving on to something else. Nothing gets developed like it should.
Unless of course you find something to do out of a compulsion of another kind, a driving need or a pleasure, or out of a need to heal, or a combination of these things.
This is one of the great spiritual crimes that capitalism commits through its operation: this limited saturation of resources for a limited number of individuals' passions, while the rest are relegated to these specialized, repetitious, and shallow tasks, where ultimately these individuals hit developmental plateaus early on and continue bobbing underneath their glass ceilings.
And then these same individuals are beat about the head with various moral condemnations for trying to pursue their passions through other channels, or even merely stimulating the passions through sex, drugs, alcohol, entertainment, food, and other things.
Finally, through some particularly salient irony, those in the most advanced states of immolation, some of those that cannot survive otherwise except doing what they most love, living lives of poverty and desperation, are finally chosen by capital and showered with wealth, and many of these same individuals are expressing gratitude that they've been so fortunate, after their tormentors, having impoverished them, have decided to award them the resources they deserve, and more. And who could blame them?
