Did you just get a little uncomfy? Passion is such a loaded word. You can go basically two ways with this one, dredging up ideas of rose petals and Victoria’s Secret, or thinking of having passion, people who live with passion. Things that you’re passionate about.
I’ve noticed lately (through a number of events, though blogging certainly brings things into sharp relief) that people have a generalized admiration of passionate people. We like to say that so-and-so is passionate about such-and-such, or that it’s good to be passionate about something. He’s a really passionate speaker. She’s really passionate about helping people.
The thing is, I don’t think we really mean it.
Passionate people are unpredictable. They’re messy, uncoordinated balls of nervous energy, just buzzing with ideas. Fizzing like bath salts. Throwing things to the wind. Letting inconvenient things hang out. Quite frequently, saying things that we agree with in that general, amiable way- we just can’t catch their fever like they have it. ‘Cause it’s not OURS.
‘Cause we have our own passions.
So look. You probably don’t agree with me on some (or most) things. But how about we try and understand what makes us passionate? We may not necessarily share convictions, or positions, or love affairs with shoes, but we’re both passionate. We share that greatest of human capacities: to love.
As a student of mine quoted to me the other day: A journey of a million miles begins with one step.
And that’s something.