Passion is a beautiful word. I feel that it echoes intensity and conjures up images of being swept away, experiencing complete surrender and utter engagement. The tough part is when someone asks me what my passion is. For me, this question is right up there on the list of ‘Most Complex Questions Ever Created’, in the company of ‘What is the meaning of life’, or ‘How do you solve world poverty’. It always deserves a long P…A…..U…….S……….E, as well as causes a bit of panic and discomfort.
I think the challenge in figuring this out stems from the fact that a lot of us are burdened with expectations of being certain of an answer given a time frame, even more perpetuated by celebrities speaking loudly and proudly about their jobs, how they live for and love their jobs and how such jobs reflect their deepest passions.
But maybe this is why ‘work’ is work. Isn’t this why Karl Marx came up with his theory of alienation and capitalism? Because given how the world is right now, with most societies functioning under the capitalist mode of production, majority of us work mainly to earn money (a means to an end) and are forced to take on jobs that don’t really call to our ‘inner selves’, nor enhance us much in terms of our natural talents and inclinations. There are some lucky ones out there and I'm happy for them...those who are completely fulfilled to the core by their jobs.
As for the rest of us, the not so lucky ones, I say, give it up! Not your job, but the false notion and expectation that your job/employment should necessarily reflect your deepest passions. If you love food and cooking, it doesn’t mean you have to be a chef. Not every music lover can be a musician either or work in the industry. And what if your deepest passions don’t even have any kind of paid employment to translate to? What if your passion is collecting crop circle pictures? You can’t be hired by someone to do just that.