I always used to think that the most important emotion was happiness. But lately I have come to reevaluate this. Yes, happiness is important. So very important. But I have discovered something else, an emotion that is often overlooked. Even when we do acknowledge it, make it out own, it can be so hard to hold onto.
And that emotion is passion. Passion is what drives us. What makes us get off of our butts and go out there and do, say, create. Passion is what makes us march out there and change the world.
It can be so hard to get motivated and so easy to just settle into routine. To rest comfortably in our happiness. But we’ll also know, whether consciously or subconsciously, as we rest there content, that something is missing. We’ll go to sleep, smiling, but also trying to ignore that tiny little niggling doubt that maybe, just maybe, there is something more out there.
I hadn’t even noticed that I lost it until I found it again. I found it in words, in music, in social injustices, in research and in getting the opportunity to argue my opinion as loudly as I possibly could. It doesn’t matter what your passion is, whether it’s arguing political points, performing as an actor, or collecting stamps; as long you feel that fiery burning for something. This something that makes you get up every morning with your eyes glowing and your heart full to bursting with everything that you know you will be able to achieve if you just get out and DO IT.
I don’t want to be a calm person. I don’t want to be content with the world and everything within it. I don’t want to float through my days with a smile on my face and a head empty of opinion or ideas. I want to be fiery, passionate, stubborn and argumentative. I want to be over-the-top, eccentric, determined and just a little bit anxious becausethereissomuchtodoandsolittletimetodoitin. I want to fight for the things that I believe in, no matter how small; because goddamn it I know that I am right. I want to create something amazing. And I want to turn this fire into something that sets the world aglow.
Maybe passion doesn’t automatically lead to happiness. Some of most passionate people were the most miserable. But I cannot bear the thought of losing this spark. Even if I do end up unhappy, I won’t be unfulfilled. I will know that I had tried my best. And I will know that every single second, even if burn up only to burn out, was worth it.
What is your passion?