LOVE, Kloudiia

I was in Iowa, attending one of the hourly talks held from 11a.m to noon, and one female instructor struck me as particularly memorable.

Her beauty had nothing to do with it, really, though I found myself wondering how she tied her hair into a cutesy bun, admiring her choice of stylish clothes, and mesmerised by her red lips that brought out her fair and lovely complexion. Those red lips. They were the ones that spoke so passionately of many poems, so many sounds within words, music within sentences that she could feel fully with her heart.

That was what escaped me mostly. As I sat there, concentrating as much as I could, thoughts like “What exactly is she talking about?” still floated in my mind, colliding with the other ones like “Wow, she really looks beautiful.” Eh-hem.

Her body moved with the rhythm of the words hidden (because the earthly me couldn’t unearth those beautiful melodies!) in the poems, she bent her knees at every beat, moved her arms and hands to every change of tone and speed. Her face would at once frown, at once smile, at once looked victorious as she hit the climax of the experience in the poem.

You see, although I probably knew almost nothing about what she was talking about, nor truly appreciate those poems by one-hundredth of the extent of her passion, but I remembered the way she delivered that speech. That probably planted a tiny seed in me, that made me aware of the intrinsic sounds of words, and how they string and compose a song when they form sentences, paragraphs, poems, stories.

It was truly her passion that carried it off, that made an otherwise completely boring lecture for me something memorable, and interesting.

And such is the magical effect passion has on people and things. If we do things purely out of the need to do it, must do it, should do it, without any passion or love for it, it will show. People will know. And you will know.

Would you be happy in that way? Are you alive?

Some of you might have to take on a job that you aren’t in love with, due to whatever circumstance that made you choose that, but passion is not just about your career. It’s about your life, right? So, what’s stopping you from choosing something that you can devote your time and love into doing, and in so doing, really generating these positive energy in yourself, and passing it on to others?

What, are you passionate in or about?