“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.” — Mark Z. Danielewski
I first started writing twelve years ago. I thought it would be easy. I didn’t like to read, but I did like to imagine.
For a long time it was a lot easier to imagine than to write.
Passion as a feeling carried me at all kinds of ceremonies and book signings and stuff. It was all so clear. I was going to become rich and famous and my words would change the world.
Passion as a feeling creates enthusiasm, one we use only to fuel a particular illusion.
But then we must to act upon this vision.
It’s easy to lie on your couch and dream yourself into anything. Or anyone.
It’s infinitely more difficult to get your ass of that couch and suffer to make your dream come true.
Because the world is filled with people who keep waiting to receive all that they want.
The Universe doesn’t work like that.
You want something?
Do everything you can to get it. And some of the things you think you can’t do as well.
Passion means patience and discipline. Both are painful.
Passion means to sacrifice today for tomorrow, to sacrifice who you are for who you want to be.
One scientist defines human walk as “a series of controlled falls.”
Imagine a child learning to walk.
Passion means to fall. To fail. To make a fool our of yourself. To be mocked and ridiculed. To exhaust your mind and body. To never give a damn about what other people think or say. To fight your own doubts and fears.
Because you want that dream to come true. So much. Because you love doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep doing it over and over again, until you hate it, knowing all too well that tomorrow you’ll love it that much more.
Passion means to suffer, and we have been taught to avoid suffering at all cost.
But have we been taught well?