What's Your Passion?
Its 4:30am, I can’t sleep – which can only mean one thing – It must be time for another blog.
Today a very close friend of mine posed a question. What is my passion? Frankly, I didn’t know how to answer this. I don’t have anything I would particularly call a passion. I like and enjoy a lot of things. I like to work. I love to work. I like meeting people, even if I’m a bit shy at first. I like drinking, surprised? I like to learn – not so much to study, but I like learning about almost anything. I’m easily fascinated. I like to eat. I LOVE to eat. With all this however, I still find myself lacking something to be passionate about.
Then I thought a little deeper and came up with an answer I think many of you would be surprised to hear. I know I was surprised.
If there is one thing I hate, its people. People are pathetic, temperamental, selfish, moronic, disturbing and frankly just downright annoying. For this reason, I’m a bit of a dick. What’s that you say? Not me? Never! It’s true. I am an asshole, and I get away with it a lot. I say outrageous things, and sometimes I offend someone but they usually get over it very quickly.
So where’s this going? Well I’ve come to the conclusion that, people are my passion. Not ALL people, but some people are my passion. I am passionate about the people I keep closest. These people come in different forms, and many of them probably aren’t fully aware just how fond of them I am, but all of them contribute to what is becoming an ever growing happiness.
Once upon a time, I convinced myself I didn’t need people, since people didn’t seem to need me, and while I still don’t feel very needed, it doesn’t matter so much anymore, because I need them. I learned that occasionally, we stumble across people who leave footprints on our hearts. We must nurture these people as they make a sorry world worth walking on. These people make me feel better about myself and the life I live, and individually they contribute to a life which becomes ever more enriched by the steps they take, the words they say and the meanings they convey.
My passion is my friends. Even if I don’t call them that. Even if I don’t say it to their face. Even if I haven’t spoken to them in a while. My passion is now and always will be... my people.... and their fucked up little brains for having ever spoken to me in the first place.
Letters become words, become sentences, become meaning.