"You know the Greeks didn't write obituaries. They only asked one question after a man died: "Did he have passion?" - "Serendipity"
I love finish lines, champagne, passport stamps, post-it notes, espresso, day-glo highlighters, high thread counts, high heels, and getting things done. But all alliteration and catchiness aside, I seriously dig these things. These are the kinds of objects and experiences that simultaneously drive me and incarnate my intensity. There is a high-octane, high-energy element to my life and to the way I view and interact with the world.
I love energetic, dynamic people who live with passion and intent. And I love watching them do what they do best and be at their absolute best. I am moved when I get the opportunity to see someone I love absolutely kill it ("it" being whatever they are naturally good at.) Truly.
And, sometimes, I'll meet a total stranger who can speak powerfully about something that fires them up and I can see that, through the process of telling me about this passion, they transform. They become their best.
We're all really good at something. So, hey, let's cultivate and celebrate this quality in ourselves and in each other. Because it's something remarkable.
maybe life is discovering that passion that is buried in everybodyReplyDelete
no obituary. so the greeks never made it into the new york times.ReplyDelete