Passion

I think happiness is
A measure of the passion
We have in our lives.
I have noticed that the
Happiest people I meet
Are always the ones
Who have something
They love to do,
And are doing it,
Or a least they are
Studying to do it,
And they are so close,
They can virtually taste it!
Sometimes we can
Find ourselves in a position
Where our job
Is clearly not our passion,
But we can still be happy
If we have something else
We love to do.
Maybe we love to travel,
And each chance we get,
We escape our job,
And go to some place new.
We can endure almost anything
If we know that we will
Get to pursue our passion
In a little while.
Maybe the love of our life is music,
And each night
We get together with
Other musicians
To play and practice,
None of which occurs as work.
It is our life’s blood,
Our reason for being.
Life responds to passion,
Magically becoming
Brighter and more colorful
Under its influence.
Perhaps genius
Is nothing more than
Unbridled passion,
And if so, then
The possibility of being a genius
Lies within each of us.
All we need to do is to discover
And pursue our passion.
We may not know where
That passion will take us,
But we will surely enjoy the ride
While it gets us there.