Being passionate and single-minded about something is extremely fashionable now days. Everywhere conversations are punctuated with the little question, “Well, what are you passionate about? What drives you? What is your passion?”
Declare your passion for whatever, and you enter the popular mainstream of life and credibility. You must at all costs have a cause and the desire that drives it. Without this you remain in the ghostly world of irrelevance and inaptness.
Now I have no problem with passion and focus; I deeply admire these qualities in people, after all, throughout the ages they have enhanced our lives and our world in a myriad of ways. What I struggle with is the rugged kind of individualism and ego which so often accompanies all of this, and the pain and anguish it leaves in its wake while it nobly goes off and makes its “sacrifices” to the detrement of those who painfully and helplessly stand by and watch. This sad scenario plays itself out time and time again in so many ways. It has done so in my life, and I and others, especially those close to me, have felt its pain and heartache.
My passion now has become far more dispersed, and instead of being single-minded, it tends to be “more-minded.” If that makes me ineffectual and a candidate for that ghostly world of irrelevance, so be it. But you know what? I’m happier and feel so much more whole and at peace, as with others I know.