Deep down, that’s the force that drives us.
Or at least, it used to drive us.
Back when things we’re much simpler.
As kids, our possibilities always seemed endless and amazing. There was no limit to our passion.
We awed at each new experience and gave freely with our hearts. We had passion for everything we did – whether it was running, playing in the woods or picking our nose – because nobody had yet told us to hold back.
Pirates, astronauts, aliens, kung-fu masters…
We could be ANYTHING we wanted.
But, as we moved on to adulthood, reality roundhouse kicked us in the liver. Without mercy. Along with that reality came a whole bunch of responsibilities, which gradually shifted our outlook on life.
As we grew up, our whole belief system changed – without us even knowing it.
We substituted ‘passion’ with ‘comfort’.
And that was the biggest mistake of our life.
Because we became afraid of passion.
We thought it was reserved for other people.
We found comfort in routine. We became irritated with people who seemed happy all the time. We called them ‘naive’. We turned inward. We became cynical. We got lulled into a Disney-like sense of stability, with a 9-5 job, because it was “secure”, “normal” and “expected” of us. We got an education to make our parents proud, and then a job to pay for the things we bought to make ourselves proud.
In the process, we forgot about that child we used to be.
With hopes and big dreams.
So we began to feed our own ego to cover it up. We became selfish. We focused on our immediate needs and wants, because to satisfy them gave us temporary relief from our fake life. We silenced that naive child inside of us, too afraid to release it into the adult world. To afraid of what people would think.
We forgot where we came from.
And if you ask me, it’s time to resurrect this lost part of us. This passion. Because, believe it or not, all hope is NOT lost.
There’s ALWAYS hope.
That hope is spelled:
See, the strength to resurrect your true passion can only come from being completely honest with yourself.
I’m not a “life coach”.
I’m just a Karate Nerd™.
Coincidentally, though, life often intersects with Karate – especially if you consider Karate more than just a sport. So, since Karate is a passion of yours, let’s apply some honesty to it, shall we?
Ask yourself this:
Why are YOU doing Karate?
Are you doing it for yourself, or for somebody else? Why? (Why not?). Why did you start? Why do you continue? Take a minute to examine yourself. Then…
Leave a comment & let me know.
I get it.
I’ll go first:
“Why am I doing Karate?”
I train Karate because I’ve been doing it since I was little. I never chose it. My parents did. And today I keep doing it because if I ever stop I will feel like my childhood was partially wasted.
(Stupid argument, I know, but that’s how I rationalize it.)
That being said, Karate gave me passion, direction, belief, identity, confidence and strength of body and mind. For that, I’m immensely grateful. Although it’s a really weird lifestyle today, as an adult, and although I’m constantly afraid of being asked “What do you work with?”, Karate taught me almost everything I know. And I think that’s pretty cool.
But to me, Karate is like brushing my teeth.
Or taking a shower.
Or taking a crap.
I’ve always been doing it.
So it pains me more NOT to do it than to do it.
And that’s why I keep doing it.
But the stronger a passion is, the more sacrifice it will always require.
That’s why the universal symbol of passion is fire, right? It gives you warmth… but it burns you too.
In my case, this means I have had to make some sacrifices. (Beside the obvious ones, like pretending to break air bricks at every dinner party I attend, and fake a hearty laugh when people tell me they wouldn’t want to “meet me in a dark alley”, for the 137th time.)
But that’s okay.
At least I’m not stuck in a cubicle, dreaming of escaping a dispassionate life.
You see, deep down, my true passion is…
And that’s why I keep doing Karate.
Because to me, Karate is a Way of Life.
And I love life too much.
To ever quit.