2008 Woodie Awards
The Flip Side
We, the passionate
Jacklyn Duff
Issue date: 1/30/07 Section: Entertainment
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You who laugh are just jealous. You who roll your eyes when we say we watch the Science Channel, read until our eyes refuse to participate or love the smell of guitar strings. Us, we, the ones with a passion, you envy.
I look at the night sky and the world dissolves. He feels a piece of wood and gets chills. She learns about the mind and can't sleep. He is fascinated with the movement of a bug. She is mesmerized by the elegance of the theory of relativity. The ice rink is his sanctuary. She loves the fresh cut grass under her cleats on a Saturday morning. His eyes glide along the path the brush takes and is in another world. Her fingertips have calluses from endless hours on the strings. He closes his eyes and lets the smell of a job well done coming out of the oven overcome him. She is home in the evening clouds. He amazed by the interaction of electrons. She cannot go a day without having the feeling of clay between her fingers. He is captivated by the perfection of teeth. Her day isn't over until the smell of salt water and fish have mingled.
We are not crazy. We are passionate. We are not nerds, freaks or bizarre. We are passionate. You only wish you were lucky enough to live a day like us, to have something that completes you and to have something that you get up in the morning for. Of course you need people who do the same; they are the reason you get up and complete you. However, you need something that does the same, something that captures you, amazes you, engulfs you, raptures you.
We did not choose our passions. No, they chose us. We did not wake up one morning and think, "today I think I will love computers." No, we were going about our lives, and it hit us. You stumble upon a passion. You can't learn it. One day, you come across it, and you'll know. Others will know, too. You can tell by your eyes, the way they glisten when you talk about it. The excitement in your voice when you discuss it. Your passion will consume you. Sometimes, it defines you. You will have no control over your love for it. You cannot pick what you love, but when it is found, you cannot hide it. Do not try to suppress it. It was always in you, waiting to be discovered. As hard as you try, it will forever be with you, waiting, burning in you.
Some may ridicule you. They will not understand your fascination, your attraction to it, your captivation with it. Oh, but when you find those who have the same passion, those few that connect with you, you will have the time of your life. I pity those without a passion, and those who can't follow the one they have found. Do not harass those with one. If you don't have a passion, don't hurt those who do. If you do and you are making fun, you should be sympathetic. You should understand their yearning. Do not hate the passionate. We are the dreamers, the creators, the visionaries.
I look at the night sky and the world dissolves. He feels a piece of wood and gets chills. She learns about the mind and can't sleep. He is fascinated with the movement of a bug. She is mesmerized by the elegance of the theory of relativity. The ice rink is his sanctuary. She loves the fresh cut grass under her cleats on a Saturday morning. His eyes glide along the path the brush takes and is in another world. Her fingertips have calluses from endless hours on the strings. He closes his eyes and lets the smell of a job well done coming out of the oven overcome him. She is home in the evening clouds. He amazed by the interaction of electrons. She cannot go a day without having the feeling of clay between her fingers. He is captivated by the perfection of teeth. Her day isn't over until the smell of salt water and fish have mingled.
We are not crazy. We are passionate. We are not nerds, freaks or bizarre. We are passionate. You only wish you were lucky enough to live a day like us, to have something that completes you and to have something that you get up in the morning for. Of course you need people who do the same; they are the reason you get up and complete you. However, you need something that does the same, something that captures you, amazes you, engulfs you, raptures you.
We did not choose our passions. No, they chose us. We did not wake up one morning and think, "today I think I will love computers." No, we were going about our lives, and it hit us. You stumble upon a passion. You can't learn it. One day, you come across it, and you'll know. Others will know, too. You can tell by your eyes, the way they glisten when you talk about it. The excitement in your voice when you discuss it. Your passion will consume you. Sometimes, it defines you. You will have no control over your love for it. You cannot pick what you love, but when it is found, you cannot hide it. Do not try to suppress it. It was always in you, waiting to be discovered. As hard as you try, it will forever be with you, waiting, burning in you.
Some may ridicule you. They will not understand your fascination, your attraction to it, your captivation with it. Oh, but when you find those who have the same passion, those few that connect with you, you will have the time of your life. I pity those without a passion, and those who can't follow the one they have found. Do not harass those with one. If you don't have a passion, don't hurt those who do. If you do and you are making fun, you should be sympathetic. You should understand their yearning. Do not hate the passionate. We are the dreamers, the creators, the visionaries.
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