As you know I am currently working on a book titled, I Bet You Didn't Think MS Could Look This Good. Recently an idea just hit me out of nowhere like as if someone just slapped me across the face. I have an idea for another book, fictional this time. I sat with that idea in my head for a few days because I thought I should be putting all my efforts into the one that isn't even done yet. I mean it is like 90% done but hasn't been copyrighted, edited, and most of all published yet. But this idea kept burning my mind. The passion to start writing it grew more as I tried to deny it. I have to say I did like that feeling. It has been such a long time since I felt passionate about anything. I'm not talking about sexual passion but passion for life or for a set goal. I adore that feeling. It drives you. It sustains you. It gives you hope and purpose.
When I was a teenager I was passionate about almost everything. I looked at graduation high school as my sweet freedom to live life the way I wanted to and not how I was told to. That didn't last too long. Once out in the real world that passion gets sucked away pretty quickly. Before you know it you are just another cog. Someone working a job they hate but don't quite because this isn't like the movies. This is real life. If you quit your job you fall behind on your bills and eventually could lose your house among many other things. So you stick to this mundane routine because it's the responsible thing to do. I wish it was like the movies where you can throw caution to the wind and just get up and do what you want, whatever you want. Honestly though, that thought kind of scares me because I have become conditioned to be responsible especially when you have children relying on you.
Passion is surely needed though. It doesn't matter for what but we have to have it for something because otherwise your world becomes just a gloomy place. It's definitely hard to hold onto that passion also. It can be so much like trying to hold sand within you hand, but yet it keeps slipping out between the cracks of your fingers. It's very elusive and when you finally feel it, well, it like an addiction. You want it more and more. I have no idea how to try to keep the passion burning inside of me or inside of you. Life, jobs, bills, kids, and many other things chip away at it. I would be content if I could feel that passion just three times a week. It would be something to sustain me in hard times and quite simply mundane times. My dog feels that passion every time she hears me get her leash out to take her on a walk. A WALK!? Where's that simple excitement in us anymore? How do we hold onto it once we felt it? I believe it's as necessary as food and water because it feeds the soul. Fueling the soul is a lot harder task when you really thing about it. I would probably say, and I might be wrong, that 1 out of every 5 people suffers from some mental illness. I am one myself. I have had clinical depression along with panic attacks since I was 18 years old. We as a people do need "soul food" and we need to get it more often. Otherwise, life can be so bland and gloomy. The trick is finding that passion and not letting it slide out of fingers too much. If anyone can tell me how to do that please, I beg of you, let me in on your secret.