Passion

Passion is deadly. Confidence is rare. Greatness is obsolete.

I ought to know because I describe myself as passionate and confident, and aspire to greatness.

Some nights I lie in my bed, unable to sleep. I can feel something stirring within me; it starts at my core and works throughout my entire being. It is like adrenaline; it causes my heart to beat faster. With every heartbeat I can feel my desire for life growing stronger, seizing me. I want to change the world. I want to be remembered; I want a great legacy. As my mind whirls with world-changing possibilities my heart beats faster and my breaths come quicker.There is no escaping this rush; I get high on passion. You see, passion is not a strong interest. Passion is not comparable or equal to an obsession. Passion is captivating. It is the gleam my sister sees in my eyes; it is what motivates my life; it is the contagious spark for life, and it enables the ability to truly live.

But passion is deadly. Nothing kills passion like failure, or prospective failure. All it takes is one disheartening comment, a pinprick, to shatter dreams. Who would do such a thing? The insecure. The jealous. Those who have given up. The insecure were once passionate, but perpetual doubt held them back from success. What they viewed as personal failure grew to jealousy; they wanted to change the world, and they do not see the change. They gave up, and do not see how anyone could have a different outcome than they did. They are the pinprick that kills passion. The pinprick that kills the life. The individual that kills dreams commits a greater murder than a serial killer, for they have just killed the passion for life.

If it is passion that motivates life, great amounts will be needed. Do not let passion die; add fuel to the flame; help it grow. It will not disappoint.

(Essays on confidence and greatness coming in the near future.)