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Where has the passion gone ?
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I often wonder how we get so out of touch with our passion, how we get divorced from our heart. Then I glance at a newspaper or take a walk through the neighborhood and the reason scream out at me. The world seems to conspire against our
passion, first draining it from us and then preventing it from coming back.
Technology only adds insults to injury .there was a time when offices really closed at
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5pm., shopping was restricted to malls and markets, phone rang unanswered, and mail was carried only by postal workers. Now
computers, "time saving" devices that they are follow us home in stylish leather bags. Our pockets ooze pagers and cell phones, Palm Pilots and day planners. E -mail arrives art all hours and in all places.
I believe one reason is that we are not even sure where our interests lie anymore. Considering the hours we spend each |
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day reading newspapers, watching TV, sifting through mail, and perusing Web sites, it is surprising we ever manage to have a
thought of our own. Kids growing up today are enamored of information but also paralyzed by it. The whisperings of our heart are drowned out by the noise of the world
Passion is the core of you--it is who you are. Without it we |
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Passion is the core of you
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would be automatons, going through the motions of life without feeling or distinction. Passion gives you life. It defines you
just as much as where you come from and who you spent time with passion is "the central part of human character."
The central character learns that the key to his happiness is |
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following his heart. By so doing he will fulfill his personal legend and find his "treasure.' According to the story, each of
us has a legend that is distinctly our heart provides us with clues, but most of us ignore them and we therefore fail to live our legend--we let our lives wander in no apparent direction, toward no ap |
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parent end.. We die, as Oliver Wendell Holmes observed, with our music still inside us.
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We all share the capacity for personal intensity. Nobody is born without it. But many of us never learn to tap into the source
of our intensity because we fail to discover what inspires it we do not discover our personal passions. Passion refers to the force for intensity in all of us: passions are the |
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things that elicit--draw out--our passion individually. Your passions might be writing, gardening, and working with children:
mine might involve motivation, competition, and personal improvement. In considering the distinction between the two, think of your life as a building under con |
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struction. Your passions are the bricks that give shape to the building, whereas your passion is the mortar that holds it all
together. The variety of passions limitless, so the buildings we construct are as varied as the urban skyline.
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