Passion is one of those words that I refer to as “romantic white noise.” We hear it delivered from the dramatic voices of daytime soap operas and printed on the front of classy hallmark cards/boxes of valentines’ chocolates. But the meaning has become road-kill on the frantic highway of rushed work and love. We have honestly lost the passion and drive that motivates us to do what we do not only better and more productively, but with heart. If you are someone who dances or has ever watched someone dance, there is an obvious separation between the people who do it and the people who do it with passion.
Recently I got the opportunity to attend the pairs’ free skate and pairs dance segments of the US Figure Skating Championships. The way the couples glided and twirled was beautiful, but the real beauty lied in the routine of one couple; a brother and a sister who (even though they fell down a couple of times) had the most beautiful and passionate routine I had ever seen. Of course they didn’t win, which sort of undermines my example. But do I remember the people who won? Am I writing about the second placer’s technicalities over the third placer’s? NO.
Recently I got the opportunity to attend the pairs’ free skate and pairs dance segments of the US Figure Skating Championships. The way the couples glided and twirled was beautiful, but the real beauty lied in the routine of one couple; a brother and a sister who (even though they fell down a couple of times) had the most beautiful and passionate routine I had ever seen. Of course they didn’t win, which sort of undermines my example. But do I remember the people who won? Am I writing about the second placer’s technicalities over the third placer’s? NO.
Passion makes the sport. But don’t play it like a game. (lolcheesylines)
Dwell on it, my passionate perusers.
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