Passion - Quick Blurb
Got a positive comment on this in my journal, so seeing as I'm bored, figured I'd post it to see what everyone thinks of it. This is a short piece on passion I wrote for one of my classes.
Metallica summed up my approach to life with their song, â€œNothing Else Mattersâ€ â€“ â€œSo close, no matter how far. Couldnâ€™t be much more from the heart. Forever, trust in who you are, and nothing else matters. Never opened my self this way, life is ours we live it our way. Oh these words I donâ€™t just say, and nothing else matters.â€
What makes me happy? I get up early every morning and go to co-op. That doesnâ€™t make me happy. I sit in a crowded cafeteria for lunch. That doesnâ€™t do it. I go to classes. Not yet. Then on a good day, I have a great dinner. Thatâ€™s pretty damn good, but not quite what Iâ€™m looking for out of life. On the weekends I might play poker, which is fun, but I donâ€™t love it. I like to fish, camp, hike, drink, hang out with friends, but none of that stuff really gets me going. I could take it or leave it.
In fact, thereâ€™s only one thing that truly makes me happy. I donâ€™t mean a satisfied â€œthat was goodâ€, or even a feeling of being pleased with myself; in fact, most of the time Iâ€™m not pleased with myself. My passion is powerlifting, and itâ€™s as much an addiction as it is a hobby. I eat all day. I eat food Iâ€™m not particularly fond of, and a ton of it. I go to bed early. I break down my body bit by bit all the time. I spend tons of money on equipment/food/competitions. I burn countless hours reading about it, watching videos, and talking to other lifters. If it wasnâ€™t for powerlifting I would probably be getting amazing grades in school, have a lot more money, and be a more sociable person. Iâ€™d take powerlifting over all of it.
Itâ€™s hard to describe what passion really is. People ask how you could give up your life for lifting. In my mind, lifting is just living spelt right. Iâ€™m not giving up my life to lift, giving up lifting would be giving up my passion, and can a passionless life even be considered a life at all?
In my opinion passion is something you would give up anything for. Some people call it obsession, I call it passion. I spend many sleepless nights thinking about it. I spend many bored classes at school daydreaming about it. I spend many empty days working form. I spend loads of my free time doing extra workouts to bring up weak points. I havenâ€™t felt â€œcomfortableâ€ in years; something is always sore. Iâ€™d rather hit a squat personal record then get into the college of my choice. Iâ€™d rather meet Louie Simmons then any celebrity. Nothing means more to me.
Iâ€™m fully aware that if I do work towards my potential in this sport I could have a short lived life. Iâ€™d rather have 50 years of heaven then 80 years of boredom. I have sacrificed so much for this sport, and would give 100x what I have to be great. I drove down to Bay City MI, only to be told a competition was cancelled. My Grandpa then told me â€œI just wanted to see you compete before I diedâ€. I was broken down to tears. Iâ€™ve split my head open with a barbell, pulled a muscle in my back, and have long lasting, nagging injuries in my knees. It is all completely worth it.
My passion is what keeps me going. My passion is the reason Iâ€™m not morbidly obese. My passion is the reason I donâ€™t spend all day doing drugs. My passion is the reason the best part of my week isnâ€™t getting drunk.
Buck, and everyone in Pleasantville were brought to colour by passion, maybe if our society was â€œbrought to colourâ€, we wouldnâ€™t have so many problems.
â€œEvery drop of blood, every bitter tear, every bead of sweat, I live for thisâ€ â€“ Hatebreed