Passion is the result of action. Not the cause of it.
A psychologist once said to a friend of mine suffering mild depression . . “Get out and do something. . . feelings follow action.” Which stuck with me ever since.
Feelings follow action.
We don’t find our passion. We develop it. It grows as we act. We don’t find passion hiding, waiting to be found . . like our ‘true self’ or Jesus . . behind the couch in the spare room.
How might we develop it? When we’re searching for meaning, when we’re feeling lost . . what “action” do we take to stoke the fire toward something meaningful or purposeful or enjoyable within ourselves?
Sometimes I think the things we hold on to, the dreams we believe are still possible . . . are what holds us back. Not because they’re not possible . . . simply because we don’t act on them . . .but we also don’t let them go. These un-realised dreams or these ‘ideas’ become the very obstacles we claim we cannot overcome.
You see . . you can’t win if you don’t play.
And you have to want the costs as well. You have to want the hard bits that come with the work. You have to do the work. You have to want the whole picture.
How might what you’ll endure tell you more than what you hope to do?
How might examining what we’re willing to put the work in to . . say more about us than our dreams or our ideas?
I wonder sometimes if the mantra we’re given . . “go out and find your passion” has led us astray. What if we thought of ‘being passionate’ as a muscle that we have to develop over time?
What if we said to our . . how might we practice being passionate? How might we build that muscle up?
What would that look like?