Lately my blog entries have could be accurately described as a jeremiad- a long, mournful complaint or lamentation; a list of woes. I think that’s pretty accurate, wouldn’t you say? These past two weeks, I’ve been through a lot, have had a lot of illusions shattered, and come to realize that I need to work on my thought processes so that I don’t continue making the same mistakes. As trite as it is to say, it really has been a roller coaster of emotions.
I’ve been happy, sad, morose, saturnine, angry, and everything in between. Some of that directed at myself, some of that at others–let’s just say that there have been a lot of targets, some which may and may not have been deserving of the fire that they’ve received.
Today, however, I wanted to talk about my passions. And generally, passions of mine make me happy. So, huzzah!!!!
If you’re following me from my FB link, you’ll know that singing particularly, and music in general is a huge passion of mine. I love to sing, I love to sing in front of people. Shakespeare and acting is another passion of mine. I’d go head to head with someone’s knowledge of The Bard. Finally, photography and politics round out the list of my passionate passions!
Life is hard. It can be tough. We all have worries and things which wear us down. Which is why it’s so important to have passions. We NEED things to get excited about. We need things which can lift our bodies, souls, spirit and intellect from the grubby nature of life. We need things (and people) to be excited about; to remind us that life can consist of facets that bring us pure, unalloyed joy. And if not joy, at the very least, cause us to smile and forget about the drabness and humdrum nature of humanity. Life is hard enough without having something in it which causes us to dream, laugh, hope, and aspire.
Picture a bloodhound at the foot of his owner–sitting there, unmoving. And then someone comes and gives him the scent. And off he goes! Here and there, through the water, and mud, over fields, until he finds what he’s looking for. That is what our passions should be! Something that will arouse us from life’s stupor and get us excited. Excited to learn about it. Excited to practice it. Excited to do it. Excited to watch it. EXCITED. For, it’s my humble belief that THOSE are the moments that make life fun and worth living.
If you’re lucky…your passion can be a person. A person you love and care about, and are willing to move the heavens and earth for. Someone who can share your hopes and dreams, and excitement that life has to offer. I’m not talking about a make-work project, far from it! But can a person rouse you from life’s stupor and get you excited? Of course! Can you want to learn about him, be excited about doing things with him, invest your time and energy in him so that together you can deal with life head on? Damn straight you can! Can a person give you unalloyed joy just by being in your life? Most certainly.
I can’t imagine not having my passions. It would be like putting out the fires in my soul. But if you don’t have a passion, find one. Work at it. Experiment until you find something and someone to experience the joys of life with. And if you DO have a passionate thing or person in your life–do your damndest to keep him in it and do your best to feed and grow your passions. What people don’t get…is that when your passions die or leave, a tiny bit of you dies and leaves as well. And like a colour newspaper photo that was vibrant at publication…over time it fades.
Don’t fade. For the love of all that is holy, life is too precious to fade out. Or rust out. Don’t do it.
Find your passion. Or find him or her. Or find someone who’s passionate about sharing your passions and appreciates you.
There’s not a MOMENT to waste.
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