Continuity

Passion shows itself in people’s eyes and hand motions.  People talk quieter about things they are passionate about, their expressions become economic and purposeful, and they seem to look past just the surface of your eyes like they are looking for some agreement or acceptance within your brain.

            I bet we are all made to be passionate about something, and I think some of us are made to be passionate about someone.  I’ve been thinking recently about the connectedness of it all, about how life isn’t meant to be fragmented like it is.  The divorce rate in America is pretty high, and I wonder if it isn’t so much because people don’t know how to be married as it is that people don’t know how to live life well.  When we are spending 80 hours at a job we hate I doubt it’s possible to be the husbands we want to be.  When wives stop drawing and creating because housework has to be done, and the kids have to be picked up I doubt they’re really able to feel alive most of the time.

            Do you see what I’m saying? Bitterness can’t be contained in a fragment of life; it will bleed over into everything else and get everything all bloody.  It’s quite a mess probably.  I think we assume we are being selfless and Christ-like when we live in self-denial.  And I think there’s probably some truth there.  But I wonder if maybe people around us would be a little happier if we were being who we were made to be, or doing what we were passionate about doing.  As long as we weren’t jerks about it, I mean.  I think people would like that, I think kids might actually want to be like their parents if their parents weren’t such boring shells.  And maybe if kids wanted to be like their parents they would be more inclined to listen to their parents and respect them.  Maybe spouses wouldn’t leave each other so much.  Maybe people wouldn’t look so bored all the time.