How Passion Fails Us...

Sometimes, I'm in something or do things so long that I lose the original passion I once had for it. I lose sight of what is in front and misunderstand what I should be heading towards. Passion isn't there sometimes. I guess I've come to that point in certain things - where I don't have the passion to care about it anymore. I can't feel it, but I feel that it is something that I should strive for.

Nevertheless, passions cannot always be present. One day, you may love the thing you do and the next you groan and gripe complaining about how your work is structured. Passions are that way. I suppose where this is going is that passion is based on the idea of infatuation (a temporary version of love if you will). Passion is something that is fickle. It reminds me of people and music. Everyone has their "phase" of a certain type of music. It becomes their passion for a month, two months, maybe a year or more. However, it fades away as they develop their musical horizons and merely becomes another stepping stone.

On the other hand, love is something that is timeless. Love is something that grows and grows as we nourish it. However, love can fade, just as passion does, if it is not nourished. Even if it fades, someone who's experienced a love for something will hold onto that feeling and be fulfilled in
feeding it. For instance, the kid that loves riding his bicycle will always remember those feelings of freedom and joy and be able to relive the feelings even as an adult.

I suppose we cannot wholly separate passion from love, for me I feel that passion comes out of love. I must genuinely love something to be passionate about it. However, I may be passionate about something and not really love it. I'm not entirely sure this makes sense... Despite this, we can distinguish the two. As I think about this, I wonder if what I'm doing is right for me. I wonder if it is something that I'm in love with or just passionate about.

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