Passion

The flickering ember we search for, that elusive sensation of exhilaration. Where do we find it? I’ve never had much of an issue finding topics I am passionate about. The first time I saw the ocean, I was intrigued by what lays in its depths. I learned all about the animals of the sea and then moved onto the ones that occupy the land. I have come back to the wonders of nature time and time again. My interests were never considered normal, many of those around me called them “obsessions.” I woke up in the early hours of the morning to research about ancient Egypt and read about the stories of their Gods. I have been intrigued by civilization, from the social norms to their dress codes. I was never interested in any of the topics my friends adored. Mine were always obscure topics that many people found repulsive or taboo in nature. In High School, I became interested in the history of prostitution in Spain and then went on to research about codpieces and further onto Elizabethan dress codes. My interests all evolved out of my delight for seeing the patterns in life, how they changed and warped through the centuries. The best way I have found to find a spark is research about a little bit of everything. Go back to your childhood or previous years, look at topics you enjoyed and think about why you liked them. For me, I have always loved hidden knowledge, the darker aspects of life and shining a spotlight on them. You may find a passion or two by looking through Pinterest or other sources of inspiration. Passions burn bright and fade, you will inevitably mourn the loss of one ember before it is replaced by another. Society has attached such a strong visual to passion, something one must have to be fulfilled. In reality, lacking passion is altogether quite common. It is rare to see an individual who is always passionate, for passion is a fickle muse.