PASSION IGNORANT OR PASSIONATE IGNORANT?

 

My hand was barely defending me from the harsh rays of light shot at my way by the sun. As they penetrated my first line of defense and then my eyelids, they poked my eyes and killed my sluggish morning mood and kicked in my conscious and curled up my mouth for a great day ahead. I won't say I was sunk in darkness but that surely brought light into my life quite literally and a little too much more than needed, so I moved away for my eyes to adjust to normality after a slumber of restless sleep.

 

Weird enough to use the word restless along with sleep and the reason keeps getting weirder. Yesterday, I was out cold in the middle of the day with idea about anything for and in my own life. Yet, I wouldn't say I was hopeless, I just was pretty much aimless. I've been living a fixed mechanical life since forever and hence I didn't run into the problem of having a particular aim to do anything; I suppose I just used to do what I was asked for and never what I wanted since a long time. I mean sure, we all do what we want like the basic wants to survive but that is a conditional reflex or instinct for our own survival and betterment of our livelihood. I am talking about something a bit off track like maybe passion.

 

Passion isn’t only acquired by hobby but it’s much more than that, it could be our earnest desire that we have set for ourselves as an impossibility at the point it struck our mind. From then, there are two ways that can go basically. One, we might just label it as a fetish we developed that has no scope in our life or for our life. Two, maybe it is a fetish but it's not completely impossible so we invest a little bit of our time every now and then and we enjoy the process, forget the result. It might be disastrous, but the experience of doing something we like with all our heart and soul or at least learning about it, that experience lightens our heart from all the slogging we do for our livelihood.

 

One day we might excel at our passion and that's a dream life or moment for anyone and it's not necessary for everyone to succeed. Even if you didn't succeed, you have more or equal enough experience about it as those who succeeded. After all, if everyone is at the top then, there won’t exist a top anymore right. The thing about the ones who didn't succeed is that they make for a great teacher. The sole reason being they know where they went wrong and they always wish someone had warned them about it back in the day, which is exactly what they can do now that is nurturing people for their betterment at a younger age so that realizations at a later date won't knock them down as hard as they did you.

 

After all the processing I just made and started reading about it on the internet, I read something really beautiful," If you only do stuff that you are told, your eyes will  start lying to you." Not having your own individual want or passion or desires will only kill the innate perspective you've developed as a kid, that carefree broad thought process questioning all the nuances within the subtle nature of basic activities we do. I'm not saying we should throw everything we do in our life just to pursue our passion but just don’t kill it for all the things we do in our life. We have a vast life with so many hurdles just one 100-meter relay every once in while in between a life-long marathon won't hurt is what I mean to say.

 

So, coming back to the bed, the sunlight was a reminder that I set before I slept to remember all these and write it down. It sure worked, i guess. My passion is to write, write well enough for people who read it to maybe picturize it or have a good time reading it. So, in the hope that you had either one of those experiences and wishing you luck on your future endeavors.

Signing off, YOUR FELLOW PASSION PURSUING ENTHUSIAST.