People That Had Passion Once

I guess it’s inevitable that as we grow older our passion and youthful fervor are replaced with patience and complacency.

I used to photograph constantly. My camera was more of an extension of myself than it was a tool to be cajoled into cooperation. I remember not being able to sleep because my darkroom was calling me. I would spend so much time proccessing film and printing images that I’d lose track of the day of the week. Granted the chemicals may have been messing with my higher cognitive functions, but the same passion helped me to memorize the entire 1997-1998 Nikon product catalog.

So, what happened? The last thing I photographed were the varied druken exploits on New Years Eve, but where’s the art in that?

I’ve had girlfriends whose artistic talent was of the highest caliber; people who LIVED for their art and for learning how to improve their technique, or learn new techniques. And now I’m finding they’ve become secretaries or telemarketers. Where did that passion go? (I should point out that its perfectly OK to be a secretary or telemarketer, if that’s where your passion should lay.)

So, I challenge all those who may be reading this with a simple question: where did your passion go?

Did you used to love gardening, but now can’t find time to commune with the earthworms? Or perhaps you lived for poetry, but your most recent (and most frequent) works are fax cover pages?

I guess as we get older, the amount of time we’re able to devote to our passionate pursuits are eclipsed by the need to make rent, a mortgage, pay for the kids college tuitions, beef up the retirement fund, etc to the point where we live to subsist, not to create. But can we be passionate about mere subsitence?

Happy New Year, and don’t forget that you were passionate once, and who says you can’t be again?

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