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Let's talk about passion...

No! Not that kind of passion!

I've been hearing a lot about passion recently. Well, for years really. I talk about it a lot myself, with my kids. I find myself imploring my teenagers to find their passion, and being somewhat frustrated by their seeming lack of passion for anything much other than sleeping or their laptops.

Now, if they were using their laptops to research topics they were passionate about, I wouldn't mind so much, but mostly they use them to watch content, or play games. I guess I could try to convince myself that they are passionate about movies, music, and gaming, but I know they're most or less just passionate about escape. Sleep is escape, movies, music, and games are also escape.

The other day I had one of those 'out of the corner of your eye' moments. It's a Doctor Who thing. Sometimes we don't see what is right in front of us until we look at it passively out of the corner of our eyes.

I am not passionate.

Neither is the Grumpy Old Man.

So, why are we so invested - passionate, if you will - about our boys having passions?

Why are we expecting something of them that we do not possess ourselves?

I subscribe to the understanding that we, humans, are basically 80% biologically conditioned and 20% sociologically driven. Assuming this is right (which I, personally, do) then it is somewhat preposterous of us to expect our children to be passionate when we have not, likely, passed on the passion gene, nor have we modelled being passionate about anything.

I write. I love to write. I am driven to write. I cannot not write.

However, I hardly have a passion for writing.

I am just as likely to sit down and write a shopping list as write a piece of fiction. Or a blog post. Like this one.

I've written a lot in the past year, but mostly because my supervisor cracks a whip about me handing in two flashes every friday (must get onto this week's flashes). I don't like to miss deadlines.

I guess, just as I was with swimming, I'm most a slow-burn personality than a passionate person. Maybe the kids are the same.

And what is wrong with that?

Why is it so much better to be passionate?

I think there is a place for people who operate in a slow-burn fashion.

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