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Everyone is passionate about something.
Whether it’s sports, sleeping, pursuing a career, love, music, coffee, a person…
Everyone is passionate about something.
Throughout my life, I’ve wondered what I’m passionate about.
I’ve thought about it and written about it. I’ve prayed about it, talked about it, dreamed about it.
If everyone has a passion, what was mine?
It seems like a stupid question. If you’re passionate about something, it should be obvious to you what it is. To me, though, when it came right down to it, things that I would consider my passions all had one thing in common.
I realized that my passion is simply living.
Jesus. Living, breathing, memory-making, conversation. Joy, sadness, music, people. Coffee, school, laughter, writing, photography. The things that make up my every day.
The thing about life is that no matter how long you have it and no matter how “fully” you’ve lived it, it never is long enough.
It’s become a social trend: How To Live Life To the Fullest. I’ve even had my share of attempts at answering the age-old question. Examples can be found here and here. With the bombardment of trying to make the best of your life and creating bucket lists of places we want to see before we die and things to do, things to experience…. we begin to feel overwhelmed with all the ways we could live life better. We begin to compare our lives to those around us. We begin to try and set goals to make ourselves better, happier, prettier so maybe, if those goals are successfully achieved, then life would be better, too.
Slowly but surely, we begin to drown in the “shoulda woulda coulda” instead of simply living.
We jokingly say “YOLO” (You Only Live Once) and we throw it around in conversation. Usually, people say it when they’re about to do something idiotic or stupid. “YOLO” has become a way of life. It’s become almost an excuse to do things that will help us “live life to the fullest.” But does it?
I think, when it all comes down to it, we’ve lost our passion for life, myself included. We take our days too seriously and we approach each situation with a critical eye, completely unaware that most of the time, we’re looking for the bad and assuming the worst. It almost has become a habit. We forget to look around us, “stopping to smell the roses” so to speak, and we rush through each day with a schedule and our minds running 1,000 miles per hour. We rush through every day, creating lists of things to do, people to see, things to experience. We rush, we rush, we rush…
We are too busy surviving to stop and simply live.
The day that I walked out of the cemetery*, I was overcome with emotion and started thinking more about this small horizontal line.
The Dash between the year of arrival and the year of passing is small. It doesn’t catch every moment you create in this life. It doesn’t even come close to summarizing the life of each individual. It simply is the length of time from when you were born to when you die. You only live once, so what volumes will your Dash speak?
The Dash may not capture every moment we have on Earth, but that doesn’t mean we should stop living.
As cliche as it sounds, each day is a gift. I don’t know when my Dash will end. I don’t know what date is going to bookend that Dash.
We can’t just live our lives to survive. We must live every day, taking in the wonders and the miracles and the trials.
Just because The Dash doesn’t capture every moment doesn’t mean that every moment shouldn’t be captured.
* Reference to Part One of “The Dash” Series.
How would you describe the word “passion?” How can a passion effect you mentally/spiritually/emotionally/physically? Would you consider yourself passionate about life– how so?