“There is no passion in playing
small-in settling for a life that is less than the one you are
capable of living.” Nelson Mandela
“On life's vast ocean diversely we
sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.” Alexander Pope.
I have a sincere belief that
passion—the seeking of it, the pursuit of it, the nurturing of it
and the expression of it--- is a large part of what gives a person's
life a certain flavor.
Passion denied can be torture. Passion
uncontrolled and obsessed over can breed insanity. Passionless is
apathy. And, passion forgone in an effort to thwart fear and obtain
security can be a literal death.
However, passion recognized,
consciously directed and nurtured to a level that benefits not only
the impassioned but also inspires passion in others is priceless.
That is the golden fruit of life, as far as I'm concerned.
But, what is passion? Let's look it up.
According to wikipedia (my old college professors cringe whenever I
reference this—thankfully that no longer matters), passion is a
term applied to a very strong feeling about a person or thing.
Passion is an intense emotion compelling feeling, enthusiasm, or
desire for something. Interestingly enough, the word itself is
derived from the Latin Verb pati meaning to suffer.
Before I get too deeply into this, as
the above description shows, passion can (and is) be felt between
people or toward a person without reciprocation. That's a
relationship flambe' for another day. The type of passion I'm
speaking about here is a passion for something. A drive to engage. An
inner spark instigated through a certain action, cause or event.
Passion can be both what keeps someone
up at night and also has them jumping enthusiastically out of bed in
the morning. That “spark” or “fire” causes a visceral
reaction in a person.
The heart may skip a beat. Breathing
may quicken. Pulse speeds up.
Passion is a trigger of adrenaline.
Follow me?
What trips that trigger is as unique to
a person as their fingerprint. Isn't that odd? What is an embroiled
drive in one person to pursue something can be the equivalent to yawn
stimulation in another. And, there are no limits to diversity of
quirks a person may have around their own passion.
To me, passion is a fire that demands
to be fed. Overfeeding can result in an uncontrolled wildfire that
essentially feeds off every aspect of a person's life. Every other
possible aspect of a person's being is consumed by the flames be it
the pursuit of other interests, career or relationships. The more the
passion is fed and allowed to burn uncontrollably, the less in
control the person is of their life and more becoming a slave to the
passion itself. And yet, in this instance, even with full conscious
fueling of the desire, the yearning sense or suffrage of passion, if
you will, is never satisfied.
The slave to passion is left without
oxygen after a time. Fire does consume oxygen, you know? As well as
any type of combustible material.
Passion is the wild and untamed horse
of the soul.
The key to the best use of passion is
the harnessing of it and conscious, skillful direction--nourishment
to a level that is sustainable but not overwhelming or draining. The
ability to successfully do this can mean the difference between a
sense of satisfaction with life versus a life whose flame burns out
tragically and much too early.
The thought of a passionless life
scares me. But, the thought of a life emblazoned by passion to the
point of radicalism, extremism and non-sensible drive is horrifying.
The thought of passion discovered and discarded sounds torturous. The
profit and benefit of passion most certainly lies in the balance.
Passion is not lost on youth. This is
when the spark typically begins. Unfortunately, wisdom doesn't find
us until decades later at which point we've probably already allowed
our passions to either destroy us or have completely denied them
allowing the fire to be squelched and burn out.
Perhaps the gained wisdom will bring us
full circle to re-discovering and re-kindling the passion in a
productive way. Or, maybe it will continue to be denied until we meet
our desolate and unsatisfied end.
The choice, is largely up to us. Isn't
it?
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