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Reading jael's journal

A young girl runs into the room toward her piano, her eyes wide with hunger and excitment. Quickly, she sits, her fingers eager to meet with the black and white keys.

That song... that tune... that melody she just heard. She wanted to be able to play it and oh! Just that desire, that want, drove her insane!

For four nights and four days, every minute she could get, was devoted to be able to play that song. And four days later, that music was played.

Each note was stained with her perseverance, her passion, her emotion.

It might seem normal when this is put it writing, it might even seem romantic. But how many people like this do you meet in your life?

The ones really driven by passion and the need and the desire to do what it is they do. A need to sing, to dance, to write, to play, to watch people dance, to do anything!
The ones that listen to music and savour every second of it, and play or hear the tune over and over until the whole song is imprinted in their brain.
Or even when they're in love, the way they talk about the object of their affection. The dreamy look on their face. And if your lucky, you'll catch that person smiling softly and quitely to themselves about something so stupid that happened earlier in the day.

You can see it when they talk about what it is that interests them, their eyes gleam and their whole face lights up like their talking about something completely beyond this world, like its magical - and they had the good fortune to be a part of it. To make matters even better they want you to be a part of that astounding moment too! So that you can see and step into their world for just a few minutes and you can experiance the wonders that they do.

I miss seeing that passion in someone's eyes, and hearing it in their voices. The eagerness for you to be a part of it, even that look on their face.

It's hard to find people like that these days. The ones full of life and love. People who do something purely for the desire and the need to do it and not because it's a means to get some green backs at the end of the day.

Musicians/singers who play just for the purpose of being commercial. Artists who draw cause they know the mass public will adore the certain piece. Actors, directors, people who want to be actors, authors, lawyers, doctors, ANYONE! these days will only be driven by that passion of their profession because the out come is what they are looking for.

Alright, forget about the big names and the ones that are driving Bentley's and Mercedes. How about just you and me?
How many people have you met recently that talk about something so passionatly that even if your not interested in what they have to say, you'd still listen because of the way they are saying it.

I remember once in my photography class, we were talking about why it is we take photographs.
Being a class of only 8 students there wearn't a lot of answers but the ones that dominated were basically so they could capture something that looks beautiful and hang it up for the wall for all to see. (When I say beautiful, I mean models, eye candy, a pretty picture of a sunset)

But what I was surprised at was that no one pointed out. "the purpose of taking photographs initially is to capture the essence of that one second..."
The look in that woman's eye while doing the dishes, the pain in a man's heart while reading a letter.
Or maybe while walking down a street, catch a moment while two friends smile and laugh at each other's jokes.

No, these are not beautiful pictures, but if your a good photographer, you'll be able to capture that emotion and keep it for the rest of your life.

The people I've met recently, speak so dryly. There is no real ounce of emotion in their voice. It seems like it's all a cover up.
Even when they claim to "love" a band/movie so much. They say its the best thing they have ever heard. They say nothing can beat that one. And in the next 2 weeks, they stand there corrected with the another beat that they claim is the best.

Trends are just so popular these days, it kill's a person literally!

While I was talking to a friend about an incident in a book that I had read, which was increasingly funny to me, he listened but was inwardly laughing. I stopped and asked him why he was doing that.
He replied - ' you just get so excited about something, it's funny.'

I stopped right there. After asking him, what was so funny about me being excited and wanting you (him) to read that book, he answers, 'Girl, it's just a book. Not a person you've just met and fallen in love with.'

Do I really look funny when I talk about books, or music? Is it too bad that I'm passionate about certain things and love sharing it with people? Or is passion only credible when you get something materialistic in return?

I hope to be proven wrong soon.

This post was edited by jael on Jan 18, 2005.

This is beautiful.

"*sigh* Some men are really hard to manipulate!" - Orchid

This post was edited by null on Jan 17, 2005.

Thank you Null. :)

Trends are just so popular these days...

I actually that like, just like that, was really funny. I was with you, but then I ran like a brick wall into this:

it kill's a person literally!

*sigh* it comes off like a bad non-sequitor.

But I follow your points. I'm inclined to agree with a number of them, mostly cause you're just so cynical. It's not a bad thing at all.
What charms me is how you're...no, not Romantic...sentimental with these grand notions of passion. It's adolescent--but aren't those some of the funnest and freest times in one's life: when you're just trying to find your feet and your voice, going into adulthood.

I hate to sound critical, but I do want to be honest, and constructive, if I can without sounding pedantic. I love reading your work, but it comes off to me as sounding inbred of too much campus life. Time spent entirely, or even largely, with his/her one encounters clones of him/herself, more than not...even in the fancy art schools of the East.

I live in a college town, if I might go here: it's an expensive school, On the Connecticut shore, that was converted from an all woman's to co-ed in the late 1960's. It is up on the hill, and away from city life, if you know what i mean, but I go up there, and have dealings with the campus.

So I know the inertia, and sloth of the campus, this incestuous miasma of cloners or stoners, or black sweater girls and all the rest have their gravity and pull.
The same goes for the town too. But the beauty of the town is that the scenery always changes. The people are always changing, even in a small city the size of the one this College is placed in. As such, I tend to find people who are passionate on all manner of things.

I am passionate bout taking pictures. Everywhere I go, I look at photographic opportunities, but most times I just can't take my camera with me, or I couldn't get anything done. I'm far to impulsive to trust myself with a camera in the car.

I still believe in passion. And romance. I can be very passionate with a woman, or my partner. I'm passionate about skin. He calls me a vampire, but I absolutely love the feel of skin between my teeth. So, the matter for me isn't the sex, or the body itself, but how sensuous it can be. I could forever live in that moment she occupies. It's not about the final act, it's about everything leading up to that very moment.

I'm passionate about writing.

My sister has a certain passion for telling a story. She can make any incident that happened to her into a finely spun anecdote.

My other sister is passionate about order and regulations in her life.

I think that for me, it's not about the passion in the lives of others that moves me. It's their amount of energy level, and whether or not it is reciprocal.

When measured by that metric, it seems to me that passion pales to the (more-practical) energy transfer.
That goes like this: I do something exceptional for you, you do something exceptional for me. Quid pro quo. That truly is a rare commodity.

Passion I can find for you all day long, at least in my neck of the woods.
There's a guy who stands at the busiest intersection ALL DAY LONG with a sign that reads "OUR future...which shall it be?" and it has a symbol of a dove on one side, and and exploding bomb on the other. The man's name is Joe; that's Joe, uh, the sign guy.

The Captain. Another good example. He has one hell of a zest for life. He lives on a sailboat for most of the year. Few truly can match his passion for life. A brand new joke everytime you see him, guarenteed.

The music analogy. Perfect example. This woman I know, Sarah, is actually exactly like that. She must play.
Larry is alot like that too, come to think about it. I personally don't think they spend enough time practicing (rather than drinking), but I'd never accuse either of not having that burning ember in the pit of the gut that inspires great works of reknown.

No, I'll take the Law. Law of Reciprocity.
I've given far too much blood as it is.
It's time for an infusion.
Mind if I have a bite?

I'll bet that just took 5 years off my life--but GODDAMM if it wasn't worth every second

This post was edited by zen on Jan 18, 2005.

but it comes off to me as sounding inbred of too much campus life. Time spent entirely, or even largely, with his/her one encounters clones of him/herself, more than not...even in the fancy art schools of the East.

*nods* I actually agree with that, and it's only cause I've met clones repeatedly.

But...

I stand corrected :)

I just have to meet more people..