Passion :: Old Randomer

Passion.

By: Goo
Written: 5/16/05

The complexities of life are as myriad as the multifaceted shape of a diamond. As intricate and disconcerting as the most convoluted highway interchange that you have ever seen. Modern life and culture are as twisted and rotten as an apple core, thrown out of the window of a passing car, sitting upon the shoulder of the road as forgotten as the waste you flushed down the toilet yesterday.

But, the complexities and confusion and general dirtiness of life are swept aside by an outside force. That outside force is a passion. An occupation. Something that is loved by the individual. Something that is enjoyable to that person, or something that a person cares very deeply about. Everything else flows about that passion. If something does not work, then the passion will thrust its way through the tide of time consuming and troubling worries of life, and make itself known. Life will begin to flow around it, the passion will take hold. Sometimes, it comes as if by accident. Other times, the person will have to reach out for the passion, grab its hand, and push back against the wall of time-wasting infidels. Then, the passion will have the utmost place in this person’s life.

If not the utmost, it will be in a place, a specific place that is directly linked to its worthiness to the being. If he or she deems it worthy, it will take the top point of power and control in that person’s life. If he deems the passion not quite that worthy, but still worthy of being a priority, but not above that of other passions such as a relationship, it will get pushed further down the scale to a place suitable of its worthiness. It all depends upon the amount of value a person places in the passion. The place it is allotted will determine the impact it will have on one’s life.

But, if a person is bereft of a love of anything, they will wander through life utterly destitute, lacking direction of any kind. They will be as a dandelion seed, tossed upon the wind, going as it fancies, never knowing the location of its destination. But, unlike the dandelion, carefree upon the wind, he will be like a boat lost at sea in the storm of all storms, with no way to steer, no sense of direction, completely at the mercy of the savage winds and the enormous, crashing waves. He will live a turbulent, twisted life. A life without meaning. A life built around misery and anguish. If he lives at all.

Is it even possible to live without a passion, or a love for something? For anything? How can it be that if you have nothing to drive you, you persist in life, continuing to work and live. I think that you need to search deeper. There is something driving every single person, however honorable that fuel is, there is something driving everyone. When people commit suicide, its as if a chunk has been cut out of the fuel line of purpose and they have lost their passion to DO. Their passion, or fuel to live. What they don’t realize is that they must give that fuel line time to heal. They must come back to whatever is driving them, however honorable it is, or find another passion. Another driving force for which to live for.

For many people, the driving force is immensely different. For one, it may be a sport. For another, love. For another, sex. For another, God. For yet another, money. For others, fame. For others, enjoyment. Possibly, getting wasted. Music is an immense driving force. Friendship. All things such as these drive people, and some are less honorable then others.

But of course, that depends on one’s perspective. And perspective, is a whole other matter.