In other news, I took the qualifying exam today. 78 Correct out of a possible 80. I can now order, administer, and interpret Myers-Briggs Type Indicators. Go me. Maybe I'll figure out some way to use them productively. Honestly, I'd much rather just sit around in conference halls performing research on random masses of flesh. But, hey.
So, my topic du jour, is Passion. Yes, that crazy thing that makes non-crazy people become crazy for crazy reasons about crazy things. Crazy enough? I thought so. Passion intrigues me so because it is truly a game-changing situation. I don't care who you are, what you do, or how your little mind works. If you are passionate about something, you will do that. It's a truly wonderful thing, this passion, because it freely allows a person the carte blanche to do what they feel they are destined to do. It lets one's life become fulfilling. Think about that. There is no genericized meaning to life, the only meaning is the one we assign it. When we are passionate, we correlate our passion to that meaning. We align our very essence with that goal in sight, and we pursue it relentlessly until we are naught but bones scuttling in an old, dusty grave.
I, personally, am still looking for that passion. I have a sort of hemisphere where I'm kind of probing, prodding, trying to find where I really want to be and go. This is another reason for Seattle, mind you. This ties back to that in a large way. The growth available will help me push out on this bubble of potential and figure out what spots just plain feel good. I have ever intention of making a career out of what I find, and I will be sure to let you know when I do find something. And yes, if you are a wily reader, you will realize that this little blog, by this relatively nascent blogger, is one of these pushes. I like it, so far. Writing in enjoyable, and I have a clear enough command of my native tongue that I can effectively transmit my ideas. I can, perhaps, even inspire with my words so long as they are carefully chosen.
If my writing inspires you, then I want you to take heed. Let my writing push you, let my words drag you screaming through the lush fields of your mind. Find your passion, find that small niche where you feel nothing but absolute pleasure in every moment you work, that place where everything is eerily comfortable, where your mind is always perfectly at rest, and where you know you can do your best work. Find this place for me, and then push into it. Force yourself into this place, and make it your home. Make your passion your true drive, and then abandon all else for this drive. We need more impassioned, aroused people in this world pushing for their true passions. Do this, create something, and share your passion with the world around you. I can guarantee you will be adored for the freedom that is granted by passion. You will feel the shackles of society drop from your wrists, and you will experience freedom in a way that only a very small portion of society ever experiences. And remember that when you join this group, you are among an elite that is home to an incredible mass of people. You are among those that have the true strength in any culture, especially our's. When you find your passion, when you remove yourself from the status quo that our society has become, you will join the group of the creators. The innovators. The entrepreneurs. When you strip away all of your fears, all of your worries, and rip your thoughts down to their core, and focus the edge of your mind into your passion, you will find yourself in a truly wondrous group of people.
Push yourself. Expand your mind. Realize that fear is a pointless construct in our modern world. If you can do this, you will find a happiness far more pure than anything else you can ever experience. I can promise this to you. And if you never push yourself past that first step, you will forever regret not taking that first, little, harmless step. Don't fear the slide into passion. Fear the stagnation of the soul.
"And I am reminded, on this holy day, of the sad story of Kitty Genovese. As you all may remember, a long time ago, almost thirty years ago, this poor soul cried out for help time and time again, but no person answered her calls. Though many saw, no one so much as called the police. They all just watched as Kitty was being stabbed to death in broad daylight. They watched as her assailant walked away. Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men."