Maybe it’s because I’m in the fever pitch of inspiration. Maybe it’s because I’m feeling dominated by my own need to create.
But I’m fed up with comfortable, lovely definitions of passion.
I’m tired of seeing mindlessly comfortable feelings being misconstrued as passion. You want to be a passionate person? You want to do passionate work? This is what it’s like:
Passion isn’t pretty.
Passion is seductive, rapturous, undeniable.
Passion doesn’t relent.
Passion nags, tugs, whines, complains until you. pay. attention.
Passion doesn’t go to bed.
Passion burns the midnight oil.
Passion hurts so good.
Passion fills the void.
Passion scratches and claws.
Passion is gasping for air.
Passion is uncomfortable. Hot and bothered.
Passion is hungry.
Passion is stirring.
Passion bursts & flows.
Do you have what it takes?
Passion can’t be engineered, manipulated, or super-charged. Passion is unearthed from deep within.
What we feel for our art is nothing less than what we feel for our lovers. What we feel for our art is solid, steadfast, beyond question, juicy, sexy, lusty.
Don’t kid yourself that you can settle for safe or interesting.
What do you really feel passionate about?
Don’t stop until you find it.