Passion

Sometimes fate draws us to something or someone that we need as part of our journey through this lifetime to take us to a higher existence. Sometimes we are lucky enough to understand these chance meetings or long term relationships. Sometimes we don't understand their significance until much later. Sometimes we never know. Sometimes it's a teacher. A Coach. A like mindedperson that shares something of interest. Sometimes it's a non humancompanion. Sometimes it's the other half of a bad relationship. A bully. A co-worker that never stops complaining. A circumstance you find yourself in that you need to make a choice. A choice to be a priority and not an option. 

 

It's a knowledge, that you have this one life and that you better live it while you have it. It's a fire that burns from within us. It's a stubborn fire that sits in wait for the right opportunity. It's silent...waiting. Even if it's unwanted...it will eventually stir within us and we won't be able to stop it. It speaks to us. It will guide us. It will eventually rule us and we will obey. Because we have no choice or because we have made a choice that passion is more powerful than the existence we already know. That we must throw ourselves blindly into the wind because to not know passion is to have not loved with abandon. It will get us lost so that we can find ourselves. Passion is what makes love last. It's what we suffer for because it's worth the risk and we would rather kill ourselves trying than to never find out if we could. It's the passion and satisfaction that lasts when happiness fades or the happiness gets too tough to maintain. It's the long term connection we have to what's inside us that lights our fire. It's the reason we get up in the morning and the reason we fall into bed exhausted. 

 

When it's not the reason; these are the saddest of people. They have yet to know the depth of their life's meaning. The purpose they have on this journey. I truly feel sorry for these people because this is the consolation prize of just sex without love. When we don't know what our passion is...we don't know ourselves in our finest form. Without passion we don't know the depth of love. The fierceness of anger. The emptiness of grief or the clarity of hatred. Without passion for someone, something or some cause, we live a life with borders. Our cup never run-ith over; our souls never shine from our hearts with the joy of knowing we made a choice to be a victor. Because suffering as a victim or suffering as a victor are not the same. 

Without passion we live half a life, content but flat. Once we discover what we are willing to pay a price for; what we are willing to suffer for; we have found our passion, our purpose.