Impassioned and dreamy to live,
the one-way lane to bliss
Drudgery and mundanity boredom gives
Failure be a toxic recipe
Mute, the soul seeks therapy
In passion lies life’s ecstasy
But what do you do if your passion doesn’t get you to that bliss?
You’ve immersed yourself in playing music, enjoyed every note, and you clearly don’t have it.
You write, you come alive, and you are mediocre at best, — on an inspired day.
You are painting and your art fulfills you like nothing else, and it doesn’t raise an eyebrow, least of all sell.
You do stuff that captivates and absorbs you, that you love, but never is there a financial reward or even a pat on the back.
You follow your passion constantly but you can’t make a living.
The search for a passionate solution is consuming you.
You are not level headed and will never be, — so help you gee oh dee.
You start doubting passion.
Something has to work, — desperately by now, and intrinsically you know it can only work if passion is present, yet it doesn’t happen.
You have more than one passion, oh definitely yes.
You are an appasionata or an appasionato.
You can’t find the One thing that tops them all.
Maybe you do but for whatever reason, you have to find the next best.
Can there ever be a next best? Will passion tolerate being ordered, sorted, prioritized, delayed?
You think you know what your passion is and where it lies, but, you also think you don’t.
Sometimes you even think: “What is passion? What am I passionate about?”
You back off because your passion is too far fetched. It surpasses even your belief with its imaginative enactment.
You question if passion is maybe the devils trick to lure you into his quarters and then again you think it’s a God given gift.
You ponder the idea that it’s too late to follow your passion.
Disillusion and disappointment mount as passion eludes you. Resigned, life becomes dull and thoughts start flirting with a philosophical question.
You always thought that passion was the only real certainty worth pursuing and now you are the laughing stock of all your ghosts.
Are you the doomed one?
Are you the example that others use to point out the senselessness of trying to follow one’s passion(s) instead of doing something ‘real’?
Should one perhaps pair one’s passion ‘to do something’ with one’s fascination ‘of something’? Could the search then be finally over?
amongst all the noise we create,
we don’t hear the divine music within.