Passion – Takes One

passion. What are you excited about?

Is it food? Do you have orally all of Gordon Ramsey’s cookbook recipes (if so, can you tell where the lamb sauce is?) If you do not understand this reference, do a Google search, you will not be disappointed.

Is it fashion? Do you watch fashion shows and mock new designs that in your eyes, are “So last season.”

Is it art? Can you point to the periods of art while noting the differences between them; “So you see, the 2010-2015 era of memes was characterized by images of a cat that looked absolutely, well, sullen. This is in stark contrast to the 2018-2020 era of memes that was associated with jokes about the outbreak of World War III and the ‘cancellation of 2020’.”

Okay, maybe the last part is not a joke. But what are you excited about? If you’re like me, you might be passionate about cars. Ever since I can remember I’m a whole fuel can. In fact, I want to tell you a story. Get ready to go “Oooo” because it’s cute.

When I was growing up, I would always stare out the window while my dad drove us somewhere. In my boredom, I found myself staring naturally at other cars driving. I was drawn inexplicably to these cars. I was so young, about two or three years old at the time, and had no idea how cars work or how they exist. But there was some spark, some attraction.

It was like seeing a beautiful guy / girl and knowing you needed to go talk to them. Was it because of their physical beauty or was it because of an attraction to their soul? It’s hard to know, but you know one thing for sure – you want to know more about them.

I think cars I was first intrigued by because of their beauty – their bodywork lines, the beautiful paint jobs that were sparkling and reflected in my eyes as we passed, the sounds of engines echoing in space, and my memory when I was. Tried to recall the almost melodic sound of six cylinders working together. Of course, I did not understand all this when I was only two or three years old, but I felt it. I knew how I felt, deep inside.

This sharp astonishment, made the little one ask, “Hey Dad, what a car,” as I pointed charmingly at a random car galloping beside us on the highway (I was a cute little kid).

He looked at me in surprise. “This gray car is a Nissan. Nice-san. Can you say Nissan ?,” he asked me as he tried to hide a smile.

I nodded, “Nissan!” It really motivated me. “Niss-san! Nissan! Nissan! Nish-san! Niss-san!”

Then I would point to the car next to it, and excitedly ask “Which car?” He would then react with the car’s brand, and I would go on and on until he finally said, “Let’s play the quiet game! Let’s see how long you can be quiet okay?” This is how I started my love affair with cars, and the passion became from knowing only the brand of a car, to knowing the brand, model, engine, engine characteristics, suspension and aerodynamics. I can not explain why or how it happened, but it happened. A spark inside me ignited as I echoed with a shiny lump of aluminum running next to me.

I guess that’s the passion. Resonates with something and wants to learn more about it. A composition of silent curiosity, in the loudness (in my case) of learning more and more.

As clichéd as it is, I’m going to end my post with a quote. I think it folds what I feel about passion.

“Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you.”

What are you excited about? I want to know – whether it’s picking up Russian matryoshka dolls or playing ono every night before you go to bed. Tell me in the comments below!

Stay enthusiastic my friends,

Andrew Gavin

PS: I hope you’re as passionate about something as this dog is passionate about eating ice cream.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tHvExOg4NI0

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