After what I considered to be an act of great bravery, that being the act of publishing something I wrote, I got quite a lot of comments from people saying that they could feel that there was a lot of passion in what I wrote. That was deeply rewarding since I truly believe in every word I say or write and if at least one person got this feeling, then I reached my goal because that’s exactly what I aim to, for people to feel in reading exactly what I felt in writing those words.
So since this is supposed to be a blog about things I’m passionate about, I find it only appropriate to write something about passion itself before moving on.
So in case you didn’t know it, the word passion comes from the Latin passio which means to suffer. Doesn’t promise anything good when you put it like this, right? Well, luckily there’s more to it than just that. But I’m not here for a lesson on the etymology of the word. What I do want to focus on is the fact that this word has been commonly associated with a frantic, hectic and frenzied feeling. It’s usually tied to something burning wild, energetic and often violent.
I do agree with it being somehow wild as in impossible to control because I strongly believe it’s something you can’t fake. If it’s not there, you can try as hard as you want to pretend there is but there’s just no way you can genuinely feel it. It’s like those fake picture smiles, it’s on your lips but it doesn’t reach your eyes. You can’t fake it till you make it on this one. At the same time, when you feel it, it shows and you can’t hide it, at least not for long. And there should be no reason to hide it.
As for passion being a violent and frantic feeling, I truly believe it’s not always the case.
Picture one of those moments when you start doing something and you’re so into it that nothing else around you matters and there’s just you and the thing you are doing. That right there for me is feeling the passion. It’s when you’re doing something that normally requires focus and maybe a quiet environment yet you manage to be in a crowded, noisy place and still be completely into it, like the rest of the world doesn’t even exist. When you’re reading a book that you really like and you are actually inside those pages, not in the real world surrounding you. There’s nothing violent about that, all the opposite. Yet I think that’s when you’re really passionate about what you’re doing.
It’s like when you listen to a song that you really like – you know, like one of those songs that has something tragic and melancholic about it and something sweet at the same time and you feel like just closing your eyes and listening not only with your ears but with your heart; it’s one of those moments when you’re fully in the present but at the same time you’re nowhere precise. Like everything is on pause and you just want to stay like that for a while, suspended between reality and some kind of daydream. I think everybody should have one of these songs. I have many.
And it’s like when you’re in some place where for a few minutes you find some kind of inner peace. For me, that’s the passion of simply feeling alive, in the perfect place, at the perfect time, in perfect harmony.
See I think passion has many shapes. I’m not talking about a lover’s passion, obviously, that’s an entirely different story. I’m talking about that kind of passion that makes you think you’re doing the right thing, that you’re on the right path. The kind of passion you have when you’re doing something just because you want to, not because you have to. When you’re doing something you could spend forever doing, without getting paid or getting evaluated or all those things that make you question yourself and ask if you’re doing a good job, if you’re good enough, if it’ll get you a good grade or that bonus or that promotion. Passion is what drives you when you’re alone and nobody is there to check on you but you’re still getting the job done. But it’s also something that is clearly visible to the outer world; it’s the sweaty satisfied face at the end of a long run, the tears after a big laugh, the sparkling heart-shaped eyes when you’re in love, the look of accomplishment on your face when you finally reach your goal, that comment on an article you poured your heart into that says exactly what you wanted to hear.
Do you feel that passion? Do you spend at least one hour a day doing what truly makes you feel like you’re on the right path to experiencing a life filled with passion? Do you at least feel it for five minutes a day? If not, I think there’s something wrong.