What's your passion? Playing
music? Listening to music? Gardening? Embroidering pillowcases? Cooking pastries? Snapping
photos? Writing poetry? Reading novels? Passion could be a deep love for something
like music, flowers, food, pets, or comic books. It could be an uncontrollable urge to
do something like dance, scribble, cut hair, or climb mountains. Or the intense desire
to be someone like Tiger Woods, Madonna, Mark Twain, or Mother Teresa.
You know that you are passionate about something because it follows you around --
wherever you are, whatever you do, your passion finds its way into your daily life and
nags at you until you do something about it.
I have a friend who used to be a disc jockey. Some thirty years ago he found himself
spinning records for one of the local radio stations in Manila. He was 17 -- it was his
first job. He loved his job and his existence revolved around it.
Soon enough he became the station manager of what rose to be the Number One Rock
Station in the country. Of course, he also became one of the Top 10 disc jockeys in the
Philippines. He was good at it; it was all he did; it was his whole life.
Spinning music, talking on the microphone, entertaining fans, and running a radio
station became his passion. But fifteen short years after, he had to leave the country.
And sadly, he had to bury his passion and his happiness. Over the years he would remember
his broadcasting days and secretly wish he could do it again, but he never came back on
the air -- until now.
Exactly 16 years from his last broadcast, my friend came back on the air, not through a
conventional AM-FM radio station, but through the Internet on streaming audio, available
not only to local listeners but to all Web users worldwide. Who would have imagined that a
revolutionary medium would allow him to re-kindle his passion of sharing his favorite song
albums "on the air?"
The second my PC was able to access and listen to the song he was broadcasting on the
Internet "live," he jumped with joy! When I gave him a nod that I could hear his
voice over my PC's speakers, he beamed like a little boy who just discovered the bag of
marbles he thought he had lost forever.
So, how about you? What is your passion? Is it something you've buried in the past, in
the attic, or in another country? You know your passion -- you feel it in your bones --
something you recognize in the deepest recesses of your mind as "the right
thing" for you. Are you living it now? If not, why not?
What is Your Passion?
Why keep it hidden?
Why ignore the urge?
Why leave it behind?
Let the music play.
Let the words flow.
Let the flowers grow.
Heed the call.
Keep it alive.
Don't let your passion fade.
Don't let your happiness slip away.