I have crazy days lately and my writing suffers. Just here, I have a lot of writing to do elsewhere.
But that just let me to thinking about what makes me alive and what doesn't.
I remember my first serious summer job that turned out into a full scale career in tech and communications sector. I started two decades ago and being a part of emerging world was something that ignited my passion for work, amazing projects and broadened my world view.
I was reading a blog from one of my favorite photographer Arne Hodalic, with whom I had the pleasure of traveling with on some interesting and distant places in the world, like Beijing, Montenegro and Istanbul. He wrote a short and basic review about the new Nikon camera D850.
I have been thinking about this a year ago in a blog post from my 30 days writing challenge: Follow your Lifestyle, not passion!
The issues still stands. No matter what we’re working on, if we are good at something, passion follows. Passion follows also curiosity…
Remember those big mistakes you made? All those runaway’s you took? All those “no”s you choose?
What were they driven by?
Was it ego? Insecurity? Fear?
I’m thinking about creating a web space, blog or something in 2018. My own. Not here, not Medium. Wordpress, hosted simply on their platform.
The thing is, my curiosity takes me places, but on the other hand, leaves me unfocused. To have just a blog about me and my thoughts…
There are days when every goddamn piece of me wants to tear apart this illusion of life and just run away, screaming with every step until I reach that magic place where sun touches the ocean on the horizon.
It’s really the curiosity that you follow, not passion.
Passion is the way to follow curiosity, it’s your way of pursuing curiosity, your vessel, your modus operandi. Passion is not a goal you pursue, it helps you pursue your goals.
Sometimes you get so caught up in things that interest you, that you forget everything else. I was researching and working on a project I’m passionate about lately and I didn’t even realize that I missed yesterday’s blog till the middle of the night. Since I missed it…
It is interesting how our elders influence us when we’re growing up, in the family or in school. Sometimes in a good way, some times the bad.
I remember my high school. I loved mathematics, logic, combinatorics and all kind of mental challenges that…
