Quilly asked on her blog a few questions about passion. That's a tough one for me as until very recently I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, what I wished for. Truth be told, I still don't think I can answer that question quite satisfactorily.
The love of my life? The only man I ever met that I wouldn't mind becoming father of my children disappeared from my life way before any of my wishes could materialise. I do live in a relationship with a good man but... said relationship is by no means based on passion of any kind, at least on my side. *sigh* It is probably the cosiness and the feeling of safety that keeps us together.
At a time in my life sport was my big passion. I used to be a basketball player, and a good one at that. But there was no money in it in my time, no way of making a living off it. And the injuries eventually made me turn away from it.
I hated writing - any form of writing - for many years. I had problems composing an essay that would please my teachers... I have never been able to elaborate on something I felt could be told in a few sentences. It took me years - many years - and a number of coincidences to finally realise I CAN write after all. And what I can do best - which is saying as much as possible in as few words as possible - fits one certain form of poetry just perfectly, the form which is the shortest and purest of them all: haiku. Thus I have found one of my passions.
Another one followed shortly after. When asked what I wanted for Christmas one year, I replied on a whim I would love to have a camera. And I got my Canon Powershot A620, a compact camera with good performances and started snapping away. I had no idea about the technicalities or the rules of photography but enjoyed taking pictures of just about everything... everything but humans, that is. For some reason, I still don't enjoy photographing humans - other than an occasional candid shot, that is. I still take a lot of pics with the snapper although I have acquired my first DSLR last autumn. And the more I know about photography, the more I realise how much more I need to learn. And that applies not only to photography, but just as much to life in general.
4 comments:
Safety is a poor substitute for the passion of hot love. But we sometimes do what we must.
I hear you on cutting back on sports due to injuries. The higher the level of the athlete the more the injuries!
I once played basketball, too. Could run circles around anyone and everyone, but not while dribbling the ball!! So, I got rid of the ball and put on the track spikes. Much better.
May the passion of your life take you into old age. (old irish saying just made up)
meow
It sounds like I am following in your footsteps camera wise. My little Cannon taught me how much I love photography. Now I want a DSLR. At their price and the amount of money I make, I'll be wanting for a long time.
I always wanted to write. I wanted to wear a bathroom over pajama pants all day and drink coffee and sit at a typewriter in a loft apartment building. Guess I'll have to be content to write and publish my blog.
Your photography is wonderful so I think you're well on your way in that direction.
Here's to finding your passion a little each day.
sauerkraut: i agree. and yet, i have a history that might explain this decision to some extent (close encounter with a paedophile... 'nuff said)
as opposed to you, i couldn't run unless dribbling the ball so i kept doing it :o)
thank you.
quilly: the problem with DSLRs is, once you have the body you need a lens for this and a lens for that and a flash and... (you get the picture) and it all costs (even more) money... oh well :o)
carletta: it's a lovely dream. and some day you might get published...
as far as photography goes, i'm just a beginner and have no professional aspirations. but i'm enjoying it and will just try to go with the flow and take whatever comes my way...
thank you for your kind words.
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