I’m a passionate person who is passionate about sharing that
passion with people that are equally passionate about learning my passion for
passions.
Have I said the
word passion enough times yet?
Well it’s still
probably still less than the number of times I've heard it used in quotes,
seminars, or ‘how to be successful in life’ lists.
Passion is
supposedly more important than almost anything else. Brush honesty and kindness
away for a second, it seems that in order to do anything anywhere, one must
pinpoint their passion.
And hey! It’s
true!
Seems strange doesn't it? That even though I’m quite irritated with the word ‘passion,’ I am
still able to admit that without it, life is dull. Maybe even pointless.
See, passion is
the thing you could do all your life. It is writing, dancing, playing football,
studying chemistry, teaching, or folding origami. It could be anything; your
passion is the thing that comes most naturally to you.
Have you always
been exceptional at the piano? No matter how hard it was, you always enjoyed
it? Then your passion is probably piano. Maybe.
It’s a
complicated business this passion thing.
They say that if
you find your passion you will never work a day in your life. That your job
will be like having a party and getting paid for it.
Oh but I fear
that this belief is a slippery slope to disappointment.
Here’s what I've come to conclude: sometimes your passion can feel like work.
They don’t tell
us teenagers that, because then we might give up.
You don’t tell
your two-year old that the cough medicine is 99% likely to taste like the
inside of a Windex bottle, you let them figure it out on their own, because that
is more likely to yield results.
Sometimes when I
sit down to write, which I think is
my passion, the words just don’t come. Every sentence sounds oh so stupid. And
I get frustrated. Maybe next time I think about finishing the piece, I’ll get a
little lazy. I’ll remember that I was struggling and might even put off coming
back for a while.
But it doesn't mean I’m not passionate about it.
Just as the river
of love never did run smooth, the road of passion probably has pot holes and
toll booths. But doesn't mean you’re going to give up.
It’s your passion
because you can only take a break for so long. It’s your passion because when
you come back, it feels natural again. And even if it doesn't, you keep coming
back anyway.
I went for a
while thinking that finding my passion meant instant happiness and never
working another day in my life (okay, I’m only not even an adult, and I've barely worked at
all, but you know what I mean.)
I've learnt that
dedication, perseverance, and especially hard work are just as important as the
mighty “passion.”
They just aren't mentioned with the same admiration. Passion is always up on stage, all smiles
and curtsy, a little over advertised. But dedication and hard work are the
back stage hands that make the show go round, without them, passion is just a
pretty face.
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