Today I'm thankful for the passionate people in my life. Passion is something I lack; sure, I have opinions, but mostly I keep them to myself or at most to my blog. This morning as I got ready for the day, I thought about my former boss at the writing center and how you could pretty much sum her up in that one word, "Passionate." If someone's rights were being slighted, she was all over it. Because of this, she could sniff out an ulterior motive like a bloodhound, whereas I tend to trust people and take things at face value. Also, last night, I finished watching Diarios de Motocicleta (Motorcycle Diaries), which is a movie about Che Guevara pre-revolution. I'm pretty sure Che was a passionate person too. The CIA doesn't usually kill people who are passive and docile.
Not to get into a discussion about Che Guevara, but the point is that there are people who have a great deal of passion, and they inspire me. I want to have this kind of conviction about something. I want to be so dedicated that I'm not afraid to go on a tirade about it if it comes up among people I don't even know very well. I think I'm approaching this state with a few issues (namely, recycling and so forth), but mostly I feel inadequately educated about most issues. The "genius" kids at school have far more passion than I have at my ripe age, and I think it's mostly due to their vast knowledge about--well--everything. I think they must sit at home and watch CSPAN all day. At any rate, I suppose it's a lesson for me to learn: I need to know more.
For now, though, until I can fill my head with more knowledge, I can at least appreciate those around me who are devoted to causes and who aren't afraid to show it. If you're one of these people, just know that you inspire me and make me want to better myself.
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