Passion Is Power

Passion Is Power

“I began to realise how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Luke warm is no good.” – Roald Dahl


When it comes to passion, there’s something for everyone. Something – no matter what it is – that keeps that fire going in the pit of your stomach. That makes your brain come alive with ideas and excitement when given even the tiniest of seconds rest bite from the day-to-day. That makes you want to push forward, be better, move on.

They are the beating pulse of our souls. What feeds our minds and what we wilt without.
In summary, they’re really bloomin’ important.

For a long time, I hid my passions. If not from myself, then definitely from the rest of the world. I was trapped, you see, in an endless cycle of unfulfilled aims and disappointment. Acknowledging what I actually wanted become far too painful. So I stopped thinking about it. I looked down, and just kept putting one foot in front of the other.

That’s where I lost myself, for a little while.

But then, even when I knew what I wanted; I kept it to myself. A secret that I was possessively protective of, terrified of being judged. In a society that was increasingly sharing just about every single facet of their entire lives, I stowed away my passions. They’d only laugh, wouldn’t they? They’d squint at me with confusion in their eyes for a moment, quiz me into a self conscious wreck and then, with an ambivalent shrug, write me off as weird. Besides, no one likes a fangirl, right?


I watched Gavin Strange give his DO Lecture. I sat in a Welsh barn and watched him ricochet around that small stage like an unruly firework. 

You could physically feel his passion for his craft release into the air like an isotope and burn your eyeballs. And his secret to success was pretty bloody simple – you let people see how much you care. You let it beam from you at every given opportunity, to anyone who can see it. You do that both without ego, and without shame and see where you can let it take you.

So I did.
Not immediately, admittedly. But recently.
And it’s slowly but surely transforming my life.

What I’ve learnt is that when you’re joyfully uninhibited about what it is you love to do – for every person that judges you for it, there’s another that is willing to give you a mindboggling opportunity as recompense. Enthusiasm is not only an inviolate source of energy and inspiration for yourself, but it’s infectious too. Turns out, folks want to work with the excitable numpty. Honestly, they do. Because passion is energy and energy is hard work and hard work is results.

A staggeringly simple equation, really, when you allow yourself to see it.

I guess what I’m trying to say is this: when it comes to the stuff you really care about, the stuff that’s threaded through your spine and melded into your bones, you can’t be measured about it. You can’t be reasonable. Or sensible. In fact, the only way to be is crazy in love with it. Because that’s what passion is. Yes, it makes you vulnerable, but it’s only when you embrace that fact that the doors start opening.

Like Mr Dahl once said … Luke warm is no good.