I believe in passion.
Me too.
I seemed to have lost it.
But actually it might be hiding from me.
That's it. Hiding. It is a never-ending game of hide and seek.
Having a functional and meaningful conversation using Chinese---passion
Siting here studying endless idioms about marriage and how to describe a beautiful woman in 4 word-phrases 俗語 ----passion goes into hiding.
Dancing in the streets of Taiwan and not caring who is watching me---passion returns.
Realizing I deeply, deeply miss Portland, OR. Knowing that I absolutely left my heart there---Passion fizzles out and dies.
Talking to an Indian man about his pain and experiences of racism in Taiwan. And hearing how he struggles through them. ---Passion comes out of hidding.
His story really gave me strength and renewed passion that sometimes is lacking here studying in Taiwan. I know that language is beautiful because we need it to communicate, not only our wants and desires and happy time, but our pain and struggle
And that is it. My passion. It exists among the struggle, among the ability to share a struggle, to use language to communicate it, to move towards love, compassion, and peace.
See...now that is the shit I used to say living my one-bedroom apartment, working-student life-style in Portland, Or. Maybe I smoked too much pot.
Doubtful. I always felt like if I could follow a passion it would grow.
And I was doing just that. But recently...well, it was like this. You are walking with a companion on a forest mountain path, and then the companion disappears. But at first you don't notice it (maybe originally she was walking behind you) and as you get further up the mountain you suddenly realize the travel companion is gone. You worry that you will never see the her again...
And I am just thinking, why go to the top if I have no companion to enjoy the view with. It is meaningless right?
Nothing like rain and thunder to make you face what is lacking in your life.
Just wish I could get a grasp on that thing called passion. It is truly priceless.
Friday, July 16, 2010
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