Passion

Passion is the foundation of human endeavor. It’s not just what sets humans apart from other species, it’s the method whereby we exist, and the reason for it.

It doesn’t matter, in particular, what a passion is, or who feels it- as long as you love (are consumed by) it, not only will you be constantly inspired and fulfilled in its pursuit, but you will naturally find yourself among the very best at it.

It’s the key to realizing human potential: the pursuit, beyond all else, of happiness. You do what you love, and you are driven. If you have to think, to set goals, to plan ahead, then what you are chasing is not truly the thing you love. If you need it, are it, you need only yourself. And fundamentally, that self must constantly be obsessed, consumed.

Song

I sit and watch the world grow pure
Wash off the time, the hope, the fear
Leave only rivers bearing down
Tearing the acorn-crusted ground

I fray my knuckles on the grass
Too worried-smooth to let this pass
Lose and forget, I plead the chill
But cold and dry, my mind won’t still

[Chorus]

I could have offered all my joys
With none of obligation’s poise
But as you are a human too
The obligation’s what you’d choose

Now with the aching warmth of time
Perhaps I’ll learn to be more blind;
Despite the gray leaves of this scene
I know that trees are ever green.

[Chorus]

Chorus:

And if joy was
Not a difference
If I had expected nothing-
It’s been a glorious discomfort
Knowing you
A glorious discomfort