Passion is something you can’t escape. PASSION is writ large. These days it’s difficult to do anything without stumbling over this word. There once was a time it was possible to enjoy; to love: to simply do something. Or – heaven forbid – prior to the lifestyle explosion, occasionally pass your leisure time with a hobby: remember them? But in a world that promulgates hysteria and hype validity is now only given to people with passion. I like just doesn’t cut it anymore. Where once we lived, learned; grew and developed – now we are overtly on a journey. And the pervasive cult of journey is the presiding minister of life’s passions. The what and where of this journey is seldom up for discussion – far easier to be blinkered to the bigger picture by a blind passion.
How could an innocuous word such as like describe what someone as special as you feel? Far better passion – whose use has been trivialised to the point of empty throwaway vessel – to keep feeding the juggernaut of Me as centre of the universe. The (un)reality show has seeped into our very being… producing an ongoing epidemic of self-congratulation whereby everyone is an undiscovered uber-talent. The day job is starring in your own social media movie while slumming it on the back roads of real life – all the time waiting for the necessary passion that defines to be recognised in some way. Quiet self-confidence is a busted flush – far better to shout it from the rooftops no matter how hollow the ring.
You see it has to be a grand passion – whether it’s auditioning for a singing contest or increasingly as part of the curse of recruitment industry buzzwords. Logic and passion don’t always mix but here they head to the point of indoctrination: implied, acceptable behaviour or response.
Plastic passion has become a cloak for the inane of deed and word. The romantic inclinations/associations of passion are there for a reason. The French know only too well: French law has long had a distinction for a murder with a particular set of circumstances and motivations defined as – a crime of passion. They recognise it as a state of mind… it’s for heightened intensity that changes behaviour: it’s for life’s grand plateaus – those earth-moving unique moments. Where love borders obsession; where nothing else matters. Scarcely covers a daily trip to McDonalds , an inclination toward wearing odd socks or your governed response to be affected at a job interview does it?
Celebrate your passion and your passions for yourself but don’t accept your very real enthusiasm being hijacked for convenience or exploitation – where passion becomes a slow poison and obsession for all the wrong reasons. That would be another crime of passion.