What happened to the passion, the drive, the raw talent?
Were you being rhetorical, or do you think you know?
A little bit of both (I intended it as rhetoric but I do think I know, as least partially). I'm fairly confident in my suspicions for the individuals I references, I'm more certain about elements from my own life, and so from that I extrapolate to the larger populace... but I desperately hope that I am wrong, that I am arrogant, that I am the only one who suffers these problems (it's nicer to think that I struggle, rather than that the human race struggles).
As Truthordeal said, a lot of it is life. It is terribly easy to get into a pattern; indeed, it is something that one must struggle against daily. Get up, go to work, die a little bit more, come home, do chores, sleep, repeat. Like the white noise of the road, life can lull us to sleep with amazing ease. Where is the time to write, to think, to discuss,
to do? Life wont give it up easily, so one must pin it down and force it to. By good fortune I happen to be an individual who at least is still awake enough to realize that everyday life is trying to steal my humanity. Some days I'm awake enough to fight against it, other days I get swept away and it can be weeks or months before good fortune shocks me awake again (I find Boo, Z, and the forum in general to be quite splendid at this).
The pattern of life doesn't just try to steal our lives away, it tries to seduce us. There is a certain, tantalizing appeal to just letting go, to letting sleep take you.
I really feel like all this has been said better by some classical writer, but I cannot recall who. Perhaps Daniel, if he comes by, might enlighten me.
... wow, that was far more rhetorical than I had intended.