The fear in Passion

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It burns in your veins like liquid fire; moving patiently while it impatiently breathes fire into every cell, into every strand of muscle and into every valley of tissue. It’s singed into your every waking breath, pronounced in every desperate tattoo of your beating heart and it’s seared into your vision like ancient insignia. It won’t go away, it’ll never go away.

Some will call it a curse; a generational itch that’s lanced through the groaning bark of their family tree like travelling, septic sap. Others refer to it as a calling; an ancient howl from the gods, a beckoning from their ancestors and the alluring sent of their destiny.

This desire, this passion, has built civilisations, made towering legends and destroyed works.

I once met a man who was deeply passionate about being there. His skin burned with the need to experience life and to share it. It was an exotic concept to me; a novel sliver of knowledge i couldn’t grasp at the time. My youth and naivety almost disallowed my understanding of something so deeply personal that it took a trying year for the pieces to fall into place.

Passion and desire are not without fear and insecurity; less so insecurity but more so the fear. I can see it now; passion as the dancing flames of an enchanting fire and fear being the whistling wind that billows and furiously fuels the twisting flames. Think of empires, civilisations and the greatest and most significant success throughout history. Each performed under the influence of passion; a heady cocktail of want and power and each not without the poisonous element of fear.

The greatest love story ever written, Romeo and Juliet, was a tale of destructive passion and debilitating and fuelling fear. Romeo wanted Juliet; he needed her as she needed him. Their love was a passionate meeting of worlds, a disastrous battle of societies and all of it was coaxed by the fear of existing without the other. Juliet’s suicide, the ultimate act of passion was fuelled by her fear of a life without Romeo. Passion is never without fear.

Wars in their inception are acts of patriotic passion. Patriotism laced with the stink of fear; fear of losing, fear of being bested and the fear of death. It’s a remarkable phenomenon; when we’re faced with certain danger, many run straight for it instead of away from it. Those instances are unique in the sense that passion and fear co-mingle and breathe fight into every atom in your body.

A more common example would be in passionate love-making. The searing touch of your loved one as the world disintegrates and the two of you are the only beings in existence. Few words are shared as with each beat and each breath taken, a rousing inferno engulfs you both and you’re lost in the throes of passion and love. This meeting of bodies, this deliberate, inebriating tryst is not without the fear of not being enough. The idea of not doing everything humanly possible to be everything your partner needs; the fear of not satisfying each other is one that wears itself over your heated bodies like a sheet of satin sin.

No dangerous has there ever been any other passion then that for perfection. Hitler’s regime and quest for the perfect race, the Aryan race, was one that went hand-in-hand with the fear of imperfection. It was the fear of losing a tapering Nordic bloodline and ruling over a population sullied by genetic imperfection, in his eyes. Apartheid was a regime housed in the belief and passion for white brilliance and domination and the fear of black rebellion and succession.

My point is that your passion, what fuels you, what breathes life to your purpose and calling, is not without even the faintest dustings of fear. Fear can be debilitating, disastrous and deadly but when honed in the right way, it would lead to magnificent creations, illustrious and affluent societies and almost biblical successes.

Fear is not the demon you should fear the most; inequity and loss of passion is what you should most fear. For the day you lose that fire, that passion, is the day you lose direction and hope.


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