A Page in My Diary

Diary Entry 6/11/2016

What is a passion?

To me, it is something that literally makes you lose sleep. Something that you love and cherish so much that you get lost in a daydream thinking about it. In a world where there are so many different talents, sometimes I wonder why I was given this one. Am I supposed to do something extraordinary with it? So many people say, “you can do it as a hobby.” But am I limiting the full potential of the talent given to me on just a hobby? What if someone told Albert Einstein or Steve Jobs, that their passion should be “just a hobby?” Where would their career have gone? Would they be a grocery store clerk or a postal worker? Would their talents go unseen and their inventions and ideals unheard?

I think that is what I struggle with the most. Limiting something that was given to me. Someone up high, gave me this talent and by sheltering it and hiding it, I feel like I’m limiting the world to my abilities. I’m up at 5:45 in the morning, wondering if harboring such a gift is worth it. I feel like God gave me this gift and I’m unwrapping it, like a box on Christmas, and then I just took the box and stuffed it into a corner. The box is just sitting in the corner of my life waiting to be used, waiting to be grasped. I don’t want to be unheard, I don’t want to be suppressed. Do you?