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told me that someone asked her the other day, “What is your passion?” She was struggling with
pinpointing something in her life that she’d consider a passion. While trying
to talk through it with her, it got me to thinking about my own life, and what is
my passion?
I think it's best to start with the
true meaning of passion, which is “a willingness to suffer for what you love.” So what
do I feel so strongly about that I’m willing to suffer for it? Or more aptly
give up something else equally or more enjoyable to choose this instead? I
believe the answer is emphatically and without a doubt...Troy.
My
wife asked me if I’m passionate about writing or taking photographs. I thought
about it and answered, “No.” I only enjoy them in so much as they relate to
chronicling Troy’s life. I want to preserve these moments and memories with
him, so that I can share them with others and enjoy them myself again and
again. And maybe one day share them with Troy himself.
I’m definitely willing to suffer and give up things for him.
I already am on a constant basis, and I have no regrets about that. If the
choice is him or something else, there really is no choice. So while others may
have passion for things, or a career, or a hobby; I have passion for my son.
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