What are you passionate about?

Who really wants to talk about being out of control? Not me. Asking me about my passion is asking me about what I am barely able to control. If you don’t know, passion is a “barely controllable emotion.” So, I get the question, but the depth of the question lies in a deeply vulnerable area of my life. If you can, read this till the end.

I am really passionate about the depth of my ability to use “words” to express what is often inexpressible. Yup, that’s what I am most passionate about: using words to express myself. It’s an art that I am constantly trying to perfect. The problem is, there is a rabbit hole that I constantly find myself falling into.

See, this is the problem: there are volumes of books in a word that can open up new ways of thinking and being. Words give you power, but if you are not careful, they can get you in trouble, make people like you, hate you, cause confusion, and explain things that seem hard to explain. Words are the tools used by the greatest creators in the world. Oh, and by the way, according to the Christian Bible and other sacred texts, the gods used words to create existence and matter. Well, damn, right?

So yeah, “words” are what I am most passionate about! Hopefully, I don’t let them control me in this writing because they “are” so damn powerful!

I feel godlike when I use words, and that feeling is both exhilarating and terrifying. There’s a sense of responsibility that comes with wielding such power, a need to be mindful and deliberate with every sentence, every phrase. It’s a flux between inspiration and caution, between the desire to create and the necessity to respect the boundaries of understanding.

My journey with words has been filled with moments of triumph and moments of regret. I’ve seen how a well-crafted sentence can lift someone’s spirits, ignite a spark of enlightenment, or forge a deep connection. I’ve also witnessed how a careless remark can wound, alienate, or create chaos. It’s a constant reminder that words, once released, cannot be taken back; they linger, shaping perceptions and realities in ways we may not always foresee.

The beauty of this passion lies in its endless potential for growth. There’s always a new word to learn, a new way to structure a sentence, a new metaphor to explore. The landscape of language is ever-evolving, inviting me to continuously refine my craft and push the boundaries of my expression.

But with this passion comes vulnerability, a raw exposure of my inner world to the scrutiny of others. Every time I write, I lay bare a part of my soul, inviting judgment, interpretation, and sometimes misinterpretation. It’s a risk I willingly take because the reward—the connection, the understanding, the shared humanity—is worth it.

So, when you ask me about my passion, know that you’re asking about the core of who I am. You’re asking about the fire that drives me, the force that propels me to wake up each day with a desire to communicate, to share, to connect. And though it may be barely controllable, it’s a gift I cherish deeply.

In the end, words are more than just a passion; they are a calling, a purpose, a lifeline. They are the bridge between my inner world and the outer reality, the means through which I navigate the complexities of living.

So yeah! I am passionate about “words!”