Muerte de pasión
Jimi Hendrix had passion. He stood on stage, blotters of hidden acid melting into his eyes... and his passion made his guitar speak to us.
Gandhi had it. A passion to stop violence and hatred. Where a thousand terrorists fail today with explosives strapped to their bodies, Gandhi succeeded with sit ins and starving himself.
Van Gogh had it. Hell, that crazy bastard had it so bad he once argued with a girl's father, holding his hand to a candle flame and asking to see her for as long as he could stand the pain.
What most people fail to realize is that passion is an exchange. It exists by two parts:
1) the animal/vegetable/matter/action/or other that is desired
and
2) whatever is doing the actual desiring.
And when passion is thrown into the mix, it elevates and improves both parts; the sum is of the parts is greater than the whole.
Hendrix was passionate about music and it made both him and his music, legends.
Gandhi was passionate about peace. And even now, 59 years after his death, Gandhi's name is damn near a synonym with peace.
Van Gogh's passion came attached to a hard knock life and took a chunk of his ear with it, before he put a revolver to his chest and pulled the trigger. But his passion cemented both him and his work into the art world forever.
When passion dies, nothing else matters.
Food loses its flavor. The world, it's palette of color. Surroundings are colder; less comforting.
Without passion, what's the point?
One of my greatest passions is writing. I set it aside for a long time for a laundry list of reasons, but not anymore. It's becoming a pattern again. Feels like I've been out of the saddle for too long and trying to bridle train the horse again.
You can try and make others happy with actions, but it's no guarantee. You can try and cater to their needs - and sometimes you should if you care enough about them and their happiness. After all, most of life is a give and take situation almost all of the time we're here.
But at the end of the day, the only one you can guarantee happiness, as the result of your actions, is yourself. Hard truth, but a truth nonetheless.
Life is a short, delicate, pristine thing that we hold only for a brief time. It's the softest of snowflakes drifting to the ground and if we wait too long to just stare at its beauty, it melts and disappears before we know it.
If you haven't found your passion yet...
what are you waiting for?
And if you have...
what are you doing about it?
Gandhi had it. A passion to stop violence and hatred. Where a thousand terrorists fail today with explosives strapped to their bodies, Gandhi succeeded with sit ins and starving himself.
Van Gogh had it. Hell, that crazy bastard had it so bad he once argued with a girl's father, holding his hand to a candle flame and asking to see her for as long as he could stand the pain.
What most people fail to realize is that passion is an exchange. It exists by two parts:
1) the animal/vegetable/matter/action/or other that is desired
and
2) whatever is doing the actual desiring.
And when passion is thrown into the mix, it elevates and improves both parts; the sum is of the parts is greater than the whole.
Hendrix was passionate about music and it made both him and his music, legends.
Gandhi was passionate about peace. And even now, 59 years after his death, Gandhi's name is damn near a synonym with peace.
Van Gogh's passion came attached to a hard knock life and took a chunk of his ear with it, before he put a revolver to his chest and pulled the trigger. But his passion cemented both him and his work into the art world forever.
When passion dies, nothing else matters.
Food loses its flavor. The world, it's palette of color. Surroundings are colder; less comforting.
Without passion, what's the point?
One of my greatest passions is writing. I set it aside for a long time for a laundry list of reasons, but not anymore. It's becoming a pattern again. Feels like I've been out of the saddle for too long and trying to bridle train the horse again.
You can try and make others happy with actions, but it's no guarantee. You can try and cater to their needs - and sometimes you should if you care enough about them and their happiness. After all, most of life is a give and take situation almost all of the time we're here.
But at the end of the day, the only one you can guarantee happiness, as the result of your actions, is yourself. Hard truth, but a truth nonetheless.
Life is a short, delicate, pristine thing that we hold only for a brief time. It's the softest of snowflakes drifting to the ground and if we wait too long to just stare at its beauty, it melts and disappears before we know it.
If you haven't found your passion yet...
what are you waiting for?
And if you have...
what are you doing about it?
posted by Bob at 2/09/2007
3 Comments:
Forget the saddle and reigns, ride bareback, free and where ever the 'horse' takes you.
Let that Cherokee blood take over.
True passion never dies, we may suppress it, but the embers still glow until they catch the wind and ignite again.
I partly agree with that comment. I agree that embers DO still glow and DO catch wind and ignite again, however, not always for the same reason. Fires die all the time. Some things work out and some things don't. But before you lose your glow forever, sit back and think, are you losing it because something else got in the way? or, are you losing it because you just don't have time for it? No one should ever lose their passion for life and love. Lets face it, if you did, instead of beautiful orange embers blowing in the wind, you'll be ashes.
"Losing passion because something else got in the way... or losing it because I just don't have the time for it?"
...
Does the fire die because it stops longing to exist? Or does it continue wanting the kiss of the wind, long after the wind is absent?
I think passion is a spiritual thing... elevated and existing beyond time... unable to be blocked or diverted. I don't think anything can stand in the path of true passion.
Yes, fires die all the time... some from neglect, some because the reasons for its first sparks are no longer there. Passion is the same way.
But to lose a passion for love and life? Never. You're right... to do so would turn someone as gray and lifeless and as dead as ashes drifting away in the breeze.
Beautiful orange embers blowing in the wind...
...often times those embers drift back down and start new fires... stronger blazes than existed before.
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