Passion is the force that brought you into this world. Without passion, there would be no you.
Every person is born because of passion, and every person is born with passion. From the time you learned to walk, parents, teachers, siblings, and friends fed your passion, ignored it, or did their best to squeeze it out of you like a thumb and finger pressing the last drop of juice out of the lemon and into the water glass at the restaurant.
Passion that survives the onslaught is rarely refined at the early stages of life, but it manifests itself in squirming in your seat at school, boredom and fiddling, or launching yourself out of captivity and into freedom the millisecond the bell rang every afternoon at 3:30. You were a maverick and you couldn’t help it.
If you were a kid who didn’t fit in, commands like Calm down, Pay attention, and Remember the rules felt like iron fingers around your throat. If the people around you didn’t encourage you to find your niche or follow your dream, it’s probably because they long-ago abandoned their own dream. They took the easy road. They acquiesced whenever someone barked a command. Someone put them in charge of “educating” you, and that someone measured success as creating cookie-cutter kids who were compliant, who didn’t get too excited, who didn’t question the status quo, who were content to exhale and let their shoulders fall.
If you’re reading this, I assume you survived childhood. You left home (eventually), spread your wings, and starting paving your own road. What happened next? What did your pursue? When you arrived at the stage of life that allowed you to make your own choices, did anything get your motor running? Was there a sizzle in your heart? Above all, did your passion survive?
If the answer is YES, you are living proof that miracles happen. That sometimes passions can be so strong that no person or barrier or circumstance can snuff them out. If you’re a follower of God, the time came (or maybe it’s still coming, or He’s still trying) when God prompted you with something specific. A cause, a people group, a mission, an injustice that cannot be ignored. While others are chasing toys or comfort or Likes, something burns inside of you that you just can’t ignore. You feel and hear the water breaking against your inner emotional rocks. The prompting is so understandable and unmistakable that it interrupts your sleep and distracts you from being normal because of the racket going on inside.
Michael E. Gerber piles on with these words, “Passion keeps you company on that journey into the unknown, singing in your ear, whispering in its strange language, in words that your mind doesn’t understand, though your heart is touched in the sweetest, most intimate way, to move you forward.”
Is your passion still alive? Does anything matter to you – deeply? What is it? What might be different in your world or in the world if you were certain about your passion and you acted? Who might help you? Whom would you seek out for validation, for wisdom, for support? What might your first steps be?
Simply by shifting the negative to the end of the sentence, a popular Bible verse says, “Where there is a vision, the people no longer perish.”