Passion (as according to Merriam-Webster) is defined as a strong feeling of enthusiasm or excitement for something or about doing something.
My definitions? Excitement about something you enjoy. Motivation to do the things you love. The drive to pursue your interests, your passions.
So, you can see how lacking passion can make life difficult, especially on someone like me, who thrives on being passionate for things I enjoy.
I mentioned in my last post that lacking passion was the main reason for my avoidance in blogging for the last month. Yes, a lot of it was brought on my laziness, and I'm trying to do several things to combat that and get back on track. Deleting those apps off my phone was a big one. But it doesn't just solve everything. It helped - for a day. But there can't be just one easy solution to fix a growing problem.
And with a lack in passion, feeling disappears as well. It's nice, not feeling. Sadly, over the last few weeks, I came to enjoy it. It makes life easier. It spares you pain and letdown. And, it's also relieved me of school and college application related stress, which definitely has been nice.
But the reason why this is such a problem is because feeling is what makes us human. Certainly, it was easier, to give in and just feel nothing. To stop fighting to live and feel. It was less of a roller coaster, for sure. But in those few weeks, so much was stripped from me.
First off, love was taken, and I think that was the worst of all. I have an incredible boyfriend. He's such a man of God, and he's been close to my heart for a while now. During these last few weeks, it's been a fight to feel. Fortunately, I believe that love is a choice, and that you can hold on, even through times lacking passion, and so we've made it through those days where I simply couldn't feel a thing. I still knew why I loved him. But I didn't feel those strong, passionate feelings of love. And that was hard.
Not only that, I've fallen into many dark places lately, and pushed him away. I didn't want to listen to the same wise advice, to pray, to read my Bible. Not only have I pushed him out, but I pushed God out as well.
Sometimes, we silly humans have a way of denying ourselves of exactly what we need. I have made so many excuses these last few months about not praying or not having my quiet time every day. And it's come back to attack me.
I believe in spiritual warfare. I believe Satan can, and will attack us. I realized a month ago, that if I gave up, fell into laziness, and lost passion, that life was easier, because he stopped attacking me. And why should he? I'm not a threat right now. I'm not actively seeking God. I'm putting aside things I need to be doing and falling into temptation. Satan doesn't need to attack me. I've fallen far enough on my own.
See, the second I start fighting to feel again, the second I start trying is when he fights back, harder. After about three to four days with no results that I can see, I give up, and fall back to this easy, unpassioned place. Because at least there, I'm not under attack. I'm let be. It's easy. Key word there.
The other thought on my mind lately parallels this closely: do the hard things. That's come up a lot, and I can't say that I've succeeded in that at all, especially not in this, because it's easy to give up. This idea also applies to other things in my life, but those are other topics, for another time.
The second thing that not feeling took away from me was enjoyment for the things I love. For many years now, I have been a writer, and I'm currently in the middle of editing the book I wrote last year. It's a story I love, but I just haven't put the work in, because I haven't felt like it. That's what lacking passion does to you - it makes you have no desire to do the things you enjoy. This also goes for things like reading - I haven't read a book for fun in months - and running, which no longer seems so enjoyable, and rather that I'm always forcing myself.
In everything, I have lost passion.
And it's time to change. Time to keep fighting, longer than four days. Time to seek God first, and to maybe, just maybe feel again.
I know this was more of a personal speech, but this has been troubling me for a while, and cumulated today. I decided that, if I put it out on the internet, where anyone can see, maybe I can spur a change in my heart.
I'm not ashamed of my struggles. After all, I'm only human. My prayer will be that I open up my heart again, and let these feelings back in. Time for unrelenting pursuit of God. Time for once again, living and loving with my whole heart.
Time for passion.