Occasionally I start thinking about the big things though. What’s the purpose for my existence? Nietizsche would be proud.
Here's the issue: if there were a direct correlation between passion and the amount if time and energy I put into something, I'm passionate about the following:
1.) Del Taco
2.) thinking about puppies
3.) See #1
If you really think about it, we realistically can't ALL go after what we're "passionate" about. Unless there's a saturated population of people whose souls burn amber-hot for cleaning port a potties or putting the bubbly wrap in boxes at the post office. Those jobs have integrity and make the world function, and there's pride in that. So why is my life punctuated with a constant pressure to find something I just LOVE to do? Like it's picking out a new deodorant. So cucumber melon is on some level paralleled to passion? If that's the case, I've got some marketing material for Dove.
Is there a realistic place for passion in our lives, or do adults have to file it under 'things I don't get to use as a grown up’; in the same place they keep lunchables, pinky promises and a kick-ass metabolism.
Life could be simplified without passions in my opinion. Without the idea that something can define happiness and a fulfilling existence for you. That hope doesn't dangle on any one string, but maybe evenly dispersed across many, less eggs and more baskets perhaps. Especially for people like myself who aren't necessarily good at any ONE thing, but semi-quasi decent at some things, SOME OF THE TIME. How liberating to think you can do whatever you want, half hearted in joint effort with its half-assed counterpart and topped off with a liberal dose of complacency. That a roll of the dice, and the four leafed clover gods are in control of your destiny and not you.
Then I realize what a pathetic move it is that I'd forfeit the ability to feel something that profound and cast it aside out of self preservation instead of really reaching for it and exploring the implications it has for my life-risks, expectations and all. Here's a scarier alternative for you: having the potential to be great, and settling for mediocrity anyway.
