The Real Magic

You know how on Wednesday I mentioned how I’d been blog hopping as I was writing my posts for this week? One of the posts I read asked for a magic formula to how you get passion.

But the thing is, I’m not sure there is a magic formula. I think passion is something you’re born with. Either you have it or you don’t. The trick is not so much getting passion as finding where you buried it. Or where it’s hidden itself.

You know what I mean? That little place inside you where you didn’t know things could go to hide, but where all your biggest hopes, dreams, and desires lay dormant and untouched until you decided to clean out all the dusty corners of your soul.

That doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll drag it out all at once, either. Maybe it’s like that box of old photos you don’t have time to sort. You pick up one or two, gaze at them with reflection and fondness, and then put them back, planning to get to the rest of them later. It happens. It really does.

And then, when you do take the time to go through the box, you find a treasure. Something you thought was long lost, never to be retrieved, and you clutch it to your heart, tears burning in your eyes because you didn’t realize how much you missed this treasure that’s been buried for so long. You brush it off and carry it around with you, frame it even. Then, finally, when you realize you can no longer keep this amazing thing to yourself, you display it prominently for others, so that they, too, can enjoy and admire the beauty of this thing you’ve discovered.

Again, I say there is no magic formula a person can use to acquire passion. Instead, the magic is inside each individual, waiting to be discovered, used, and then shared with the world. Each of us in our own time, in our own way, powered by the spirits that make us who we are.

That, my friends, is where I believe you’ll find the magic formula.