I don’t have a passion.

At least I don’t think I do. I envy people that do.

A college kid’s knowledge is their passion.

“You’re passionate about makeup,”

I don’t think I’m PASSIONATE about it. I LOVE makeup, but I don’t think it’s something I would consider a passion, more of like a hobby. I also love video games, I feel like if you have a passion you would have to subject it to only one thing, otherwise, it would just be some things you really like.

I really like Pizza.

I really like video games

I really like Merlot

I really like wearing makeup

I could sit here and write a list of the stuff I like to eat, drink or do, but I wouldn’t consider any of the things a passion. I always hate when it's brought up in a conversation now,

"So what are you passionate about?"

I thought I knew what the answer was; this is worse than asking a kid what they want to be when they grow up.

To have a passion for something is to have a strong feeling about it. When I look at this word I look at a deeper concept that what it truly is: something you are willing to make a sacrifice for, not just something that can make you happy but could enlighten the soul. Something you couldn’t go without on a regular basis and give your undivided attention to.

See how dramatic I am?

I’m not making sacrifices for Pizza.

Maybe I’m just overthinking it. I feel like we misuse the word. We use passion in short term basis when really, Passion is eternal.

You may not stick with this person, place or things for the entire rest of your life but the feeling you get if you were to ever see it again would be a positive reminiscent one.

I just recently read an article by Leah Manderson about the struggle she had to find her passion. She lists a few things that helped her find her passion and I thought it was brilliant. She said she remembered working her basic office job and realizing that her life had no meaning to her because she had no hobbies or passions to look forward to, just work to go home. Her three-year journey concluded that her passion wasn’t something physically, but something intangible and that was the feeling of being remembered. The passion triggered while watching a movie with a significant other and all I could think to myself is who knew that all I had to do was watch a random movie to figure out what I was truly passionate about in this world.

Honestly, I haven’t watched the movie but I feel as though that couldn’t be the only thing that could help you figure out what passion(s) you have.

I thought it was cool how she signed up for various hobbies with the hopes of finding something and low and behold, she flourished. She found things she liked to do on a regular basis outside of work, something that enlightened her soul

She found her passion.

I didn’t go into much detail about what was said but I will link her article in my social media accounts so that you could read it yourself. It’s a good read.

I’m going to try this idea. Granted I’ve done it before risking my life for a college credit in a canoeing class or changing my studies to the Humanities’ courses. Or even something just as simple as reading a book.

It would be a fun adventure, there’s nothing more exciting than finding something as an adult that’ll make you feel emotionally like a kid again.