Passion...

And he tore off her dress with his bare hands, her skin rose up to form goose bumps as the breeze caressed her naked skin...

Can you guess what the topic for this post is? Well just in case you skipped over the title then let me tell you again, PASSION is the topic of the day. That first sentence was a quick example of what people tend to think of when they think is passion (yours truly is also included in this statement). But there are other things that come up in this word too.

With it comes food. Yes, when i think of passion i think of food. For those of you who don't know i love to cook, absolutely love to cook. I might not do it very often (cause it is a lot of work, prepping the ingredients and getting the tools, and then cleaning up too!) do to my laziness but when i do i become so absorbed into what i am doing. And i love to eat what i have made (i have this luck to me that most things i cook i like to eat, most not all). Pasta... A spaghetti with the perfect sauce.... I'm shivering just thinking about how much i like cooking and eating it.

What else am i passionate about? Innocence. I like the idea of children actually able to enjoy their own childhood, without grown up issues being tossed into the mix far too early, though most people will probably agree that childhood is passing away faster and faster. Innocence doesn't seem to be surviving very well in the modern world, and do you really wonder why? The profane and disturbing fascinate. In a world where money and survival are the top issues anything that attracts attention is used.

Yes, this is a world of survival of the fittest. Most people who are authors have to work full time, going on tours and spending hours jetting all around (though not in jets, cause they can't afford that). People work multiple jobs where they are doing physical work all day long, way past the point where their body should be doing such things, why? They have no choice, in the society that has been created at least in my exposure to it, you need to contribute or you need to die and let your body contribute to daisy's.

Ya, in case you haven't picked it up, i tend to be a bit of a socialist. I don't have a problem with kids having to work to get into universities or colleges, i don't have a problem with people having to work while they are young enough to. What i have a problem with is the people i see at my job every day, who i work with, that can't walk fast, or lift heavy objects still trying to because they need to make money to live.

That sort of society creates a need for money, meaning if you have an idea that could make money it isn't enough. You then need to attract attention to it, and be able to defend it from the vultures who would try and steal it. And so the profane and the obscene attract attention and these things rob children of innocence.

I have talked before about how i love cartoons and kids movies. That's because i recognize how great it was to be ignorant about those things going on around me. Also it is because i am about as curious as any ten cats put together. Innocence doesn't last long when you grow up like that. That's why i am honest, at least as honest as i can be. I have my secrets, sure. But i don't lie about them, what i say is exactly what i mean. Hidden meanings might be there, but more often what i say is what i mean. I laugh at people who repeat what i said to them as a question, looking at what could be the meaning and i just say, no that's what i meant (because it was).

But dragging myself away from this topic. Hard to do, but this is quickly becoming depressing. Hmm, but i guess the last thing i want to talk about passion with is work.

More what is your work? There is a thing i hear all the time in Zen is Stupid about how the purpose we all have in life is to find out passion and then do it. Well, technically they say to find our work and then do it. For a while i thought that mine would be writing.

I started writing in grade 11 and it was pretty much the first thing i ever found that felt totally natural for me to do. ? And apparently i was good. Really good. I liked doing it, i was good at it, and could lose myself in it, why not be a writer? So that became my plan, i would write a great novel, one at least as good as Harry Potter.

But well... There are books way better than Harry Potter, books that deserve to be held up that highly. And so i could write a brilliant book, and despite that it not become anything more than a back note in history. Or i could write simple crap and become rich and famous. So over time my passion for writing has faded, and i wait to see what i want to do. What might endure. What is your passion? What will you do if it fades?