the importance of passion
i guess i'll start off with a philosopher: jean-paul satre
an existentialist. he grew up in france during the 1900's, he'd spend his time in coffee shops, during his 20's he discovered the work of henry bergson: a philosopher renowned for his ideas on reality. he wrote a novel: Nausea (1938). it discusses his principle—"The Absurdity of the World": the thought that our consciousness of an object has no impact on the object itseld. he was heavily influenced by the idea of phenomenology (the philosophies behind experience and consciousness). in Nausea, a man named antoine roquentin retres to the small and monotonous town of Bouville. enveloped in the heavy feelings of depression surrounding the town, antoine contemplates the meaning of the world around him. at one point, he gets on a train, looks down at his wooden seat, and suddenly finds it beautiful. he starts at the craft put into it, finding that the name rolls eloquently off of his tongue, etc. antoine finally forces himself back into teh mentality that it isn't beautiful so that he may continue on with the monotony of his day. Nausea is one of sartre's earlier works on existentialism, and compels the reading to consciously observe the universe in a different, more meaningful way.
in today's world, it gets so easy to get caught up in the utmost important world of facebook and instagram, the illusion of being chained down into the rhythem of school, and the boringness of repititon. we live in a world of possibility, an absurd world where we exist and have, as sartre believes, free-will. many find it sad that we're responsible for our own happiness, since every day appears to be the repetition of the last, but the monotony of existence is only a perception reinforced in our minds by our environments and the people around us. understanding that we exist and that the world is stunningly beautiful gives us the courage to change our lives.
today has been dismal. it is not dismal anymore. i want to talk like delirium now, i find it easier to express things. have you ever thought about how maybe picasso's classmates stared at him, scorning him for speaking passionately about art? maybe he had apologized for it, saying 'sorry' in a meek voice and returning to his math problems. or maybe hemingway—the hot young fox of a teenager—wasn't acknowledged at all in english class. obviously you aren't either of those people, but you could be. you. could. be. you. could. be. you could be. i am serious.
or at least you could do what you want--like them. picasso liked painting so he painted and he happened to get famous. hemingway liked writing so he wrote and he happened to get famous.
the world can be dismal. we're trained to want to be like the popular kids, we're trained to want luxury and tons of friends, we're trained to have to do better fiscally than our parents and friends and siblings in order to be successful, we're trained to shy away from strange things or new concepts, we're trained. nobody trains us, we train ourselves. but the people we are around, the environment, is our mold, it seems as though we only have a few choices of personality to choose from. the happy one and the tough one and the shy one and the mean one and the goth one and the follower and the nerd and the jock and the loser and the dramatic and the stupid and the sad one. the list goes on on on on on on on on. we fit into a category but then try to break the category itself, thinking "ok i have [blank] many friends, i get a's/b's/c's/d's, i am probably going to end up doing [blank] as a career" but i want to be cool so. freaking. bad. or confident. or not lame. or not insecure. or successful. or smart. or whatever.
the world can be dismal. we fall in rhythm not only with the repetition of the days, but the repetition of people. people expect us to act a certain way. to not be able to hold eye contact. to follow directions. to get a's/b's/c's. to be into sports. we fall in rhythm and then get used to it. it molds us into a character who we don't want to be.
KICK OFF SHOES AND SOCKS AND TAKE A SHOWER AND TURN UP THE MUSIC IN YOUR CAR AND SING AND SCREAM AND DO WHATEVER YOU WANT BECAUSE ONE DAY WE'LL ALL BE DEAD
it pumps energy into our veins. its us be our best selves. it gives us confidence. and if we learn how to disregard others' stares, we will be confident. and if we learn how to find our passions, we will be fulfilled.