Passionate pegs

I spoke to someone about work yesterday. It's tricky. What I have is secure and allows me to do what I want during my free time, however I am just a peg in a hole. If I wasn't here, another peg would be inserted into the hole and no-one would notice the change. Also, being a peg is limited. As is the case everywhere, there are changes on the horizon and there will probably be opportunities to be a different peg. I could be a peg here my whole life if I wanted to and live comfortably, if I can find my equilibrium in this peg life.
Two years ago, a girl I know talked to me about her boyfriend. He earned a good living and took her away for the weekend and out to nice restaurants and they got on well, talking for hours and laughing hysterically over the same things. He seemed to support her in everything and was reliable and fun to be with but, the big BUT, the
passion was missing. For her, the physical side was a damp squid, a firework that never exploded. He was the first grown up boyfriend she had had, after dating many, many boy men, and she was doing everything she could to make it work."What should I do?" she said, "Do I break up with him and wait for Mr. Passionately-in-Love, who might not even exist, or do I settle for Mr. Almost Perfect?"
I can't remember what I told her. My experience had been different. One of my first serious boyfriends, or the first serious one, had been Mr. Reliable, Mr. Boring-but-safe and I protected him fiercely from other people's unkind words. Then he dumped me and I decided that if my heart was going to be broken anyway, I might as well go for broke next time. So from then on, I looked for the guy who would first and foremost make me swoon with a kiss rather than the man who would wine and dine me.
When it comes to men, it's easy for me to choose one who fills me
with passion and walk away from those who don't. When it comes to jobs, I find it more difficult. I choose the boring-but-safe option usually. There are definite advantages, especially now when there is so much uncertainty, however every now and again I wonder if a job that interests me passionately does exist and what it would be like. Then I think it would probably be too stressful anyway and I count my blessings as a peg.
And you, what do you choose: passion or safety in jobs and men?