The simplicity of passion.
Passion. A word that most certainly is thrown around at will these days. I would believe that everybody has some degree of passion residing inside them. I would think it would be built into the genetic code of man. Again the level of drive and commitment has to be different in each person based upon your genetic code, i.e. who your parents were. If you look deep enough you will find something that causes a twinkle in each persons eyes. Something. One thing that they would give up looking for food or even eating for. Think about it. Uhh guess for some it IS the food. Sometimes so simple. Sometimes more complex. Sure there is a lot of overlap of twinkles among the population. How beautifully simple it would be if each person could feed their sparkle causer to the point that it pays you back, whatever your reward. It simply comes down to passion. How much do you have inside of you to drive you to grab every once of your heart's desire. But alas trying to stay alive, for most people, stifles the passion. So simple that is. Think, if your trying to stay alive tied directly to your one thing in life, all of your passion would be channeled in one direction resulting with multiple returns of pleasure and fulfilment. So simple. Now let's add the influence of a common link between your being and another. Similar drives to a similar direction. End result enormously heavy with pleasure payback. One step further, a group of individuals with the similar passion. wow. Guess that's the energy from which teams get formed. Groups. Pins. Favs. Likes. Follows. Expressing a passion in the most simplest form.Telling another that you feel their groove. So little effort required. Social networking at it's very heart. Social networking in the cave man days would probably be in its simplest form a few grunts between another or group of anothers, signifying the need to quell the pain in their midsection. Guess passion would then really result as a reflex of some need to fulfill. In this scenario the passion required to fulfill the need would have to be immense. Certainly couldn't drive down to the local convenience store and snap into a couple of Slim Jims. Nope. You had to go out and hunt another animal to eat. Don't hunt, don't live. That simple. Passion at its most simplistic of expressions. The passion to stay alive. Pretty much could be classified as a reflex. So I live another day.
The reflex is an only child he's waiting in the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does
Leaves you answered with a question mark
~ Duran Duran
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