When I think about passion, there is a spark that lights up in me. I am for the most part moved by much passion. I am quite passionate.
When I think about my own life, I think somehow, that I am not supposed to reveal the type of passion that resides inside of me. And there exists a lot inside of me. So, most times, I am usually caught in the middle of the light within and the quotidian ways of the much outer world.
When I study my environment, sometimes, I feel weighed down thinking that I cannot do much. For I wrestle with the traditional mind. Though my mind travels a mile a minute. It is always moving.
Instead of focusing outwardly, I find so much relief when I focus inwardly through meditation. Meditation helps a great deal. I love listening to the whooshing sounds of the water. Water relaxes me. I listen to my thoughts.
My life is a conundrum. Bugged down by the intricacies of obstacles, both real and contrived, I just cannot seem to conform. There is no bone in me that wants to conform. I see conformity as death to all that resides inside of me.
No one talks about this, but I will. When you really want to work towards something, a lot of sacrifices must be made. Sometimes, I have to accept human discomfort for the sake of spiritual pleasures. In my life learnings, it seems to me that I produce the best fruits under the least convenient conditions. I work better through discomfort. I see discomfort as the tool used to sharpen and train me. This is where I insert and utilize much of my passion. Though life may get discomforting, there is some tiny voice in my head that says ‘keep pushing.’ When I get discouraged, there is still something in me that says: you have got to continue moving on. It is this movement through friction that sets a spark. It is through this friction that brings much life to my body. I come alive. It ignites a spark in me.
Now, I will never know at this point whether much has changed with each move, but I usually feel convicted to still continue moving. I practise persistent action. I don’t look for outcomes. I just focus on process. This is where I get my greatest satisfaction.
Passion allows me to lose enough times until eventually I start to see some wins. Through persistent heart action, there is the belief and further conviction that indeed, movement is happening.
If I lose, I lose. But please, allow me the special opportunity to do it ever so passionately.