Passionate Pursuit
What are you passionate about?
I am afraid of the person that cannot answer that question. That may be one of the easiest questions to ask to get into someone's thought process. It presses us on our most human needs and hopes. It needn't be some elaborate answer, some deep thought that cuts through marrow to the bone, but it should have an answer. People. Books. Stories. Writing. Movies. Music. The natural world. Science. Family. Friends. They can be pursuits, and good ones at that.
I was reading a section of "Pure Scum" again last night, a book written by Mike Sares, the pastor of Scum of the Earth Church.
There is a portion of a poem that was written for a Christmas Eve service, about a boy striving to carve into his piece of paper (where a poem was supposed to go for an English class). He had very low self-esteem, and after time of struggling and scratching,. drawing zigs and zags into the evenly spaced-lines, he scribbled out: "I... am not.. a bad person".
The author, and I as well, found that very brave. Maybe the bravest thing. To step out of the darkness and to want for more for oneself. Maybe that could be something to be passionate about. Few people believe it, and it could most definitely be a worthwhile pursuit. To build a better me.
I am afraid of the person that cannot answer that question. That may be one of the easiest questions to ask to get into someone's thought process. It presses us on our most human needs and hopes. It needn't be some elaborate answer, some deep thought that cuts through marrow to the bone, but it should have an answer. People. Books. Stories. Writing. Movies. Music. The natural world. Science. Family. Friends. They can be pursuits, and good ones at that.
I was reading a section of "Pure Scum" again last night, a book written by Mike Sares, the pastor of Scum of the Earth Church.
There is a portion of a poem that was written for a Christmas Eve service, about a boy striving to carve into his piece of paper (where a poem was supposed to go for an English class). He had very low self-esteem, and after time of struggling and scratching,. drawing zigs and zags into the evenly spaced-lines, he scribbled out: "I... am not.. a bad person".
The author, and I as well, found that very brave. Maybe the bravest thing. To step out of the darkness and to want for more for oneself. Maybe that could be something to be passionate about. Few people believe it, and it could most definitely be a worthwhile pursuit. To build a better me.
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