pas·sion [pash-uhn] noun
I decided to look up passion in the dictionary today.
Because I find myself using this word almost daily, I thought I understood its meaning. I was wrong. The mantra “live life with passion” has played over and over in my head, and it’s barely an appropriate expression for what I truly want. Of course, there is good passion. Any passion at all is better than its antonym, Mr. Apathy. But what I had forgotten is passion exists with an immense dark side; Rage, mania, wrath. The intensity of passion, and all of its good and bad emotions can be a dangerous dealing.
I’ve realized that in the past, living my life guided by intense emotion has always led to the highest of highs, and the ugliest of lows. There was never a middle ground. It didn’t exist between mania and love. Now, looking backward from the present, I’m happy to say that I may have finally found the previously uncharted territory, popularly referred to as (you guessed it) The Middle Ground.
It’s important to have enthusiasm, loves, and emotion. Approaching the world with curiosity, excitement and even a wild sense of adventure makes life more interesting. But a lesson I’ve learned is this: The best part isn’t always intense in-your-face and awe inspiring. Sometimes it’s just beautiful.