Last night I had dinner with an awesome kid who you could tell was passionate about music. It was written all over his face, in all of his hand guestures, and body language. When we talked music, there was a fire in his eyes, a light beaming from his face. Even as he talked about the hard parts of being a musician, you could tell that he loved it, loved the challenge. He loves music, and playing music is what makes him come alive! It is impossible to miss.
It got me thinking. What about me? What makes my eyes light up? What makes me beam? What, despite the struggles, do I love doing? Not what do I say makes me passionate, but what actually makes me passionate? (these can be two very different things)
I once heard it said “Don’t ask yourself ‘what does the world need?’, ask yourself ‘What makes me come alive?’ because what this world needs is people who have come alive” This is so true. If you aren’t living your passion, your life is filled with this feeling of meaninglessness (is that a word? I’m not getting the red underline to say it’s misspelled, so I’m going to say yes). I see all these depressed people around me, and I wonder what is their passion that they aren’t living out?
If you are in the Gap area tonight, or can somehow be in the Gap area tonight, come to Angela’s Cafe at 9pm, the kid who I had dinner with last night is playing there tonight. Come check it out and see his passion for playing!!!