We are our passions
Our passions. Our interests. Our pastimes. The hobbies that get us up early at the weekend. Or keep us out late in the week. The topics that we read about for hours. The obsessions that absorb our earnings. These define us.
And they form us.
The Meccano set that sparks a love for building and inspires an engineer. The computer on which a child learns to code before becoming a computer scientist. The first football match in attendance that prompts a life-long love for the club. The album that perks a musician’s nascent ear. The film that captures an imagination. The book that fuels a fascination.
These are not just formative, they are paramount to our wellbeing. No one enjoys their occupation unless it relates, in some way, to something they’re passionate about.
Wordsworth wrote: “The Child is father of the Man.” Our childhood determines the people we are, and as such, our parents have the largest influence over our passions. I’m fortunate enough to have many interests — it’s both a blessing and a curse; I’m never bored, but procrastination is an issue — and there aren’t many that I can’t trace back to my dad.
The child-like enthusiasm with which he watched Thunderbirds with me that would launch my sci-fi nerdom and cinephilia. The France ’98 wall chart that began an obsession with not just football, but sporting tournaments in general. The MiniDisc player with which I listened to my first album. The PlayStation he brought home that would spark both a love of video games and technology. The things he would make with fastidious care that taught me the importance of presentation and minute attention to detail.
The most important passion I’ve gained from my dad though — perhaps the most important passion of all — is for having fun. Few people can be as passionately ridiculous as my father — he continues to show us all how you’re meant to Snapchat — and he knows exactly the right amount of seriousness life deserves to be shown, i.e. usually very little. It’s an attitude that makes all our lives happier, humbler and more fun.
And for that I’m grateful.
We are our passions, so thank the people who gave you them.