“Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you.”
– Oprah Winfrey
Don’t you just love that word? Just saying it makes me happy.
(And no, I’m not getting ready to blog about romantic passion. Blech. If you noticed a few blogs ago, I’m checking that crap at the door for a while.)
No, this blog is about the good stuff. Real passion. Lasting passion. The kind that once you truly discover it and recognize it, never ever goes away. (Quite UN-like romantic passion, actually). You can silence it at times, maybe even ignore it for a while, but it’s not gone. Ever. It’s always there waiting for you to pay attention to it, and to act on it. And somehow you’re never truly satisfied until you do.
I’m talking about the things that move you. The things that when you’re doing them, you’re transported away from everything else. Other problems take a hike, and for a brief moment in time, you are fully and completely…YOU.
About a month ago, when I was going through some of the hardest, darkest times of my recent breakup and accompanying issues, I woke up one morning with an odd thought. Rather than waking up sad like I had been for the few weeks prior (Man, I was such a big baby…), I actually woke up with a strong motivational thought. Amid all the sadness and chaos, and seemingly out of nowhere, this thought dawned on me: I am SO lucky to have passions. And not even just one. I act, I run, and I write. And all three of those things are true passions. They make me me. When I’m doing any of them, I’m not worrying about anything else in my life. I lose myself in them, and yet I find myself at the same time. Strange how that works.
It’s so important to have those passions and to act on them. If you’re reading this right now, I know something pops into your mind. Maybe it’s not the same as mine. Maybe yours is drawing. Or dancing. Or gardening. Or playing the ukulele – I don’t know. But whatever it is – DO it! Lose yourself!
Just do me a favor, okay?
Make sure you don’t fall into the trap that I’ve fallen into many many times in the past – don’t let another person become your passion. That’s so so dangerous. A quote by Joseph Addison on that topic:
“Admiration is a very short-lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object.”
Romantic passions are temporary. You can try with all your heart (trust me, I know), but they aren’t going to fill the void that exists in you for that true passion. The one that is all about you. That one that makes you feel complete, without the help of another human being.
Because, you see – the only person that will remain permanently in your life is you.
I’m not trying to be a Debbie Downer here with that statement. Not at all. Just trying to make you (and me) realize that if you’re going to pour your heart and soul into something…make sure it’s something concrete and stable. Something that won’t unexpectedly disappear on you. That can never be another human being.
And hey, I know I don’t know anything. I’m floating around out here on this sea searching for life rafts just like the rest of you. But I’ve noticed lately that the life rafts I start clinging to that don’t require the involvement of another person, those are the ones that seem to do the best job of keeping me afloat. I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I’m discovering that my true refuge – my safe haven, if you will – is me.
And that’s kind of awesome when you think about it. Because I know I am not going to let me down.
So. Find your passions and do them. Save yourself.
Next time I’ll be braver
I’ll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet.
– Adele, Turning Tables lyrics