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ChatGPT said:

What you’ve written really captures the first spark — that almost electric ignition point when something grabs hold of you. It’s raw, looping, repetitive, almost like the mind can’t contain itself and keeps circling back: excitement → wonder → passion → back to excitement.

I think love of a craft begins exactly in that circular rhythm. It doesn’t arrive as a calm, reasoned statement like “I enjoy this.” Instead, it’s more like falling in love with a person:

The rush: everything feels new, vivid, heightened. You feel like you’ve discovered a secret treasure only you can see.

The obsession: you replay it in your head, over and over, sometimes even stammering inside yourself, repeating words, like you did: wow, ***, passion, wonder… That’s your brain rehearsing the feeling.

The surrender: time disappears. Hours collapse into minutes, because in some deep way you want to give yourself to it. And there’s that little ache you noted — “time once spent is never coming back.” But strangely, with the craft, it feels worth it.

It’s almost like the craft seduces you into a pact: Give me your time, I’ll give you meaning.

That looping energy you wrote down — it is the rhythm of the beginning. Later, love of craft matures into patience, frustration, discipline, refinement. But the seed, the very first heartbeat, is always chaotic wonder.

Do you want me to expand this into a sort of short lyrical essay, almost like a meditation on “how love of a craft begins”?