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Woke up this morning and received a message from a friend that got me to think about the effect time has on passion. Passion is like a fire, a raging urge to engulf, to consume, to give, to sacrifice, to rise above the mundane and the routine, to be stronger and brilliant for the sake of someone, something, or some cause. Passion is like the spark of a match, intense and agitated, a friction that can turn phosphorus and wood into a burning flame. The question that struck me this morning is, how do you keep the match burning?
On the surface, it looks like a lost cause. The brittle wood that makes the match stem can only burn for so long. A slight breeze can easily kill a flame without shelter. Angle the match the wrong way as it burns, the fire will not consume enough nourishment and die on the broken stem.
In love, friends are always talking about how great their "honeymoon" period was and that after some time, their relationship settles. They still "love" their partner, but not like they once did. That passionate love that compelled them into love has become a habit, a comfort, as if they are moving forward only by the momentum left from the passionate flame that has long since turned into embers and ash.
In this uphill battle where nature and nurture seems to frown upon a lasting flame, what is it inside us that can help us remember, maintain, and nurture the flame that defines us? There is no easy answer to this question. And certainly there are no grand, verbose theories that can be of any use here.
Embers and ash retain the flames potential and can burn once again with the wind. When we are all so consumed with our daily responsibilities and the trials and tribulations of our lives, we just need to remember to take some time for ourselves away from the fray. Take a deep breath feel the embers inside glow and radiate an energy once forgotten. Nurture the muses of our passion and allow ourselves to be wild, simple, and free if just for a moment.
It is important for all our us to nurture our flame. Without which we are at the mercy of inertia, like particles drifting aimlessly in space. For a life that threatens to have no greater purpose, our faith rests in that we believe there is more and that a tiny spark can turn common elements into something beautiful, brilliant, and worth living for.
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| Woke up this morning and received a message from a friend that got me to think about the effect time has on passion. Passion is like a fire, a raging urge to engulf, to consume, to give, to sacrifice, to rise above the mundane and the routine, to be stronger and brilliant for the sake of someone, something, or some cause. Passion is like the spark of a match, intense and agitated, a friction that can turn phosphorus and wood into a burning flame. The question that struck me this morning is, how do you keep the match burning?
On the surface, it looks like a lost cause. The brittle wood that makes the match stem can only burn for so long. A slight breeze can easily kill a flame without shelter. Angle the match the wrong way as it burns, the fire will not consume enough nourishment and die on the broken stem.
In love, friends are always talking about how great their "honeymoon" period was and that after some time, their relationship settles. They still "love" their partner, but not like they once did. That passionate love that compelled them into love has become a habit, a comfort, as if they are moving forward only by the momentum left from the passionate flame that has long since turned into embers and ash.
In this uphill battle where nature and nurture seems to frown upon a lasting flame, what is it inside us that can help us remember, maintain, and nurture the flame that defines us? There is no easy answer to this question. And certainly there are no grand, verbose theories that can be of any use here.
Embers and ash retain the flames potential and can burn once again with the wind. When we are all so consumed with our daily responsibilities and the trials and tribulations of our lives, we just need to remember to take some time for ourselves away from the fray. Take a deep breath feel the embers inside glow and radiate an energy once forgotten. Nurture the muses of our passion and allow ourselves to be wild, simple, and free if just for a moment.
It is important for all our us to nurture our flame. Without which we are at the mercy of inertia, like particles drifting aimlessly in space. For a life that threatens to have no greater purpose, our faith rests in that we believe there is more and that a tiny spark can turn common elements into something beautiful, brilliant, and worth living for.
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| Woke up this morning and received a message from a friend that got me to think about the effect time has on passion. Passion is like a fire, a raging urge to engulf, to consume, to give, to sacrifice, to rise above the mundane and the routine, to be stronger and brilliant for the sake of someone, something, or some cause. Passion is like the spark of a match, intense and agitated, a friction that can turn phosphorus and wood into a burning flame. The question that struck me this morning is, how do you keep the match burning?
On the surface, it looks like a lost cause. The brittle wood that makes the match stem can only burn for so long. A slight breeze can easily kill a flame without shelter. Angle the match the wrong way as it burns, the fire will not consume enough nourishment and die on the broken stem.
In love, friends are always talking about how great their "honeymoon" period was and that after some time, their relationship settles. They still "love" their partner, but not like they once did. That passionate love that compelled them into love has become a habit, a comfort, as if they are moving forward only by the momentum left from the passionate flame that has long since turned into embers and ash.
In this uphill battle where nature and nurture seems to frown upon a lasting flame, what is it inside us that can help us remember, maintain, and nurture the flame that defines us? There is no easy answer to this question. And certainly there are no grand, verbose theories that can be of any use here.
Embers and ash retain the flames potential and can burn once again with the wind. When we are all so consumed with our daily responsibilities and the trials and tribulations of our lives, we just need to remember to take some time for ourselves away from the fray. Take a deep breath feel the embers inside glow and radiate an energy once forgotten. Nurture the muses of our passion and allow ourselves to be wild, simple, and free if just for a moment.
It is important for all our us to nurture our flame. Without which we are at the mercy of inertia, like particles drifting aimlessly in space. For a life that threatens to have no greater purpose, our faith rests in that we believe there is more and that a tiny spark can turn common elements into something beautiful, brilliant, and worth living for.
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今朝起きて、友達からのメッセージを受け取り、 情熱に対しての時間の影響について考えさせられた。 情熱は炎に似ている、飲み込まれるような激しい衝動、 誰かのため、何かのために、消耗し、与え、犠牲になり、 世俗的なもの、きまりきった日常をを超える。 情熱はマッチのスパークに似ていて、強く、揺れ動いていて、 摩擦はリンと木を燃える炎に変えることができる。 今朝僕の心を打った質問は、 いかにマッチを燃やし続けることができるか?
表面的には、それは見込みがない。マッチの軸となるもろい木は、 しばらくの間燃えることができるだけだ。シェルターなしでは、 かすかなそよ風
も簡単にその炎を消すことができる。 マッチが燃えるときに間違った方向に傾ければ、 火は燃料が足りなくて折れた軸とともに消える。
愛において、友人たちはいつも“ハネムーン” 期間がどれほどに素晴らしかったか、そしてしばらくした後、 彼らの交際は落ち着く。彼らはまだパ
ートナーを”愛している“、しかし以前のようではない。 情熱的な愛は、炎が、燃え残りと灰に代わる瞬間の、 残りの勢いのように習慣的で安らかなものにならずにはいられない 。
この上り坂の戦い、 そこでは自然と養育は永遠の炎に対し難色を示す、 私たちの中に何があって、炎を思い出し、保持するのを助け、 そして炎を育てるのか？この問いへの簡単な答えはない。 そして確かに、 ここで役に立つような壮大で冗長なセオリーもない。
燃え残りと灰は、潜在的に炎を持ち続け、 風によってもう一度燃え上がる可能性がある。 私たちは日々の責任と、自身の人生の試練と苦難で疲れている時、 喧騒から離れる時間を持つ必要がある。深呼吸をして、 燃え残ったものの中の輝き、放射するエネルギーを感じる。 私たちのなかの情熱の詩人を育てて、短い時間なら、ワイルドに、 シンプルに、そして自由になることを許そう。
私たちの炎を育てるために、それが一番重要だ。 それなしでは私たちは、 小片が目的なしに宙をさまようように無力だ。 重要な目的を持っていないと脅かされている人生に、 小さなスパークが一般的な出来事を、美しく、輝かしい、 生きる価値があるものに変えることができると信じている。
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