Everything you do or don’t do happens in the stretch of moments between your conception and your last breath.
In my opinion, engaging in actions centered on a passion is living one’s potential.
Who would choose a path that feels dead or unfulfilling? Obviously, many of us. Perhaps all. Seeking safety and security is a powerful instinct.
I want to encourage you to spend as many of your moments as possible where you feel the most alive.
I’ve seen the cautionary tales of people treading water, doing what they think they’re supposed to do, working toward financial security, planning for retirement.
I have also seen myself and others spending some allotted moments of existence engaged in a passion.
Some of us reproduce. The sense of fulfilment derived from vicariously living through our progeny’s experiences is quite something. Contributing to our personal family’s continuation feels fulfilling. A built-in destiny. Life. Having done so myself, I feel lucky to have taken part in it. Raising children has completed me.
Wholeheartedly committing to helping others also has the potential of “completing” us. Over time, engaging in the service of something other than ourselves requires us to rise to the occasion, utilizing our full spectrum of abilities.
Responsibility. Yes. What we should do. Yes. Have to do. Yes, yes, yes.
But, want to do?
Do you want to pursue Enlightenment?
Do you want to make things, paint a scene, travel, or crochet quilts?
As much as you can, do so. Your day job won’t get in the way. Your life will make room.
Things that call to us may change over time, but they’re unmistakably ours.
What if you made a conscious choice to include your passionate interest in your daily living routine?
Plant it. Nurture it. The more you do something, the more organized and solid within the context of your life this nexus of your activity becomes.
Everything optimizes over time. Over time, my pastime becomes my habit and then my life.
This process of following my fascination feels fulfilling. It feels good. It beats not feeling good.
A deep sense of purpose is what engaging in something we’re drawn to centers on. Which came first, the beginning of the universe or the egg?
Our hobbies pop up like mushrooms. They’re what we “do” automatically. My own hobbies have included collecting fossils, yo-yos, reading, riding my horse, smoking cigarettes in the woods, bike riding, karate, diving board diving, inline skating, unicycling, writing books, building decks, painting things, fixing things. Each has given me something to grow around. I have felt most alive while doing these things.
Seeking the Truth was my biggest passion.
In my life, the times that were the most interesting, inspiring and positive rise above the rest.
I’m convinced that the saddest individual tragedy is living stagnant, never becoming what one was born to be.
I propose that each of us needs purpose, and that we’re each formed into a certain shape, mentally and physically, with a unique set of interests and aptitudes.
And so. What happens when we get deliberate about using our passion as a vehicle?
We get somewhere. We become something.
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