This October, I was having a conversation with the most passionate
person I have ever met. His name is Jacob Hellevik, and if you know him at all
- you know that his passion is tuba. I sat there, listening to him talk about
his dreams, and ramble on and on about some member of the Minnesota Orchestra
that I’d never heard of, but he spoke about him as though he was an A-list
celebrity. Listening to him that night, I began to feel absolutely passionless.
He spoke with such passion, and I felt like I didn’t have anything that gave me
that sort of spark. Jacob told me, "your passion was something that seems
normal for you to do all the time, but in reality, no one else does it."
He asked me what my passion was... and I didn’t have an answer. I don't know
why that made me so distraught, but it did. That night I went home and began
writing furiously in my journal. That’s when it hit me. My passion is words;
which explains why I never shut up, why I have piles of filled-up journals in
my closet, and why I feel the need to write when I’m stressed (like I was that
night...)
This photo tells such a story- definitely more than 1,000 words long |
After determining my passion, it was a piece of cake to determine
my philosophy, because really, your passion and your philosophy are closely
related. Your passion is what you love to do, what you never stop talking
about, and what drives your life. I picture philosophy like a GPS, kindly
reinforcing in that auto- tuned voice, where it is you are going, and how to
get there.
I believe everyone has a story. And, I believe everyone’s story
deserves to be shared. This is my philosophy. This is why I love talking so
much - and writing, and photography. This is why I want to major in
photojournalism and international relations. My biggest inspiration is Brandon
from Humans of New York; he has the rare ability to get absolute
strangers to open up to him. I aim to do that someday. I came upon his work one
day, on Facebook actually, and saw a stunning portrait of a man from Nigeria.
He was homeless but in his country, was a well-respected professor. It struck
me. After perusing his photos for hours, I realized what I want to do with my
life.
I want to share everyone’s stories. Only then, will we have
world peace, as these stories lead to connections, and connections lead to
understanding. I think that this is the way that peace will truly be achieved,
because if I go to Africa and work in the Peace Corps, that is something that
not everyone can do. But, if I go to Africa and work in the Peace Corps and
share all of the stories of the people I meet, not only will others be
encouraged to help them, but they will begin to think of them as real people -
people just like us - that need help. I want to go to the Middle East and take
pictures of teens just like me, and share their stories and help Americans not
to think of Middle Easterners as terrorists.
I realize I currently lack the funds to fuel my passion. Travel
and photography are not exactly cheap hobbies, especially when I spend half my
income on Starbucks. So until I become a trophy wife, I follow my philosophy by
taking an active interest in the stories of people I meet at school, at Costa’s
or in my family. I write them down and who knows- maybe I’ll do something with
them someday.
I encourage you to start thinking of others as people with
stories, with meaning. Not only will you find yourself respecting others more,
you will learn to reserve judgement. Never will
the whole world speak the same written language. Never will our cultures be the
same. And that’s a good thing. Because we all speak the same languages of love,
laughter, tears, and smiles. And those are the stories that need to be shared.
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What is your passion, and how did you discover it? I'd love to know in the comments below.
Hey, here's a fiery manifesto... awesome! I'm not sure if I could whittle my own passion down to a single sentence... or a single blog post. :-)
ReplyDeleteYour caption calling B.S. on a picture being worth 1000 words reminded me of Harlan Ellison's similar sentiment... for the quote, see my "H" entry from the A-to-Z challenge two years ago.