About Passion

‘I wanna get high, so high’ Cypress Hill
Passion, real passion and not what employers and charities are looking for, is a black rubber blanket wrapped around the logic centres of your brain. It’s blindness, where the only light is the object of your passion. True passion is the unwillingness to consider the possibility of letting go of your passion. It is that intensity that someone who is bipolar feels at the peak of their hypomania. It is consuming and being consumed at the same time. 

How many of us have felt that? To be in love that much that rejection leaves you laying on the floor of you living room unable to move. To want to write so much that words keep you awake all night as they stream out of you endlessly and with their own need to be heard and loved in ways that you can’t explain not even to a publisher who should be able to hear the words like you do without worrying about their sale value as if words can be valued the same way as apples or shoes. To feel passion for something so intensely that you would rather die that have that passion taken away. 

“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” Frank Kafka. 

For our mind to survive we do ‘water it down’. We ‘edit our soul’ so that we are not ridiculed. That isn’t living. That’s conforming. I would rather my mind be bludgened by my passions than be anything other than who I am. Wouldn’t you?

We often feel we are not in control of who we are. 

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