Ocean of Passion.

What are you passionate about?

I ask this question because it has been on my mind lately. It can be a tough question most of the time because spending time to self reflect is often limited. We get caught up in our lives that it leaves little time to look into you own mind, body and spirit.

As a dreamer, we often use many tools at our disposal to create our works. Writing, painting, music are just some examples. We take these things, bend them and mold them to our desires or needs. But the mental aspect of it is a critical tool in all of this. I often ask myself why do I do any of the things I do? What is the root or key of everything.

The answer I came up with was 'passion'.

Passion is different for everyone so I wont drone on about what it feels like and such. But we all know it when it happens. You feel it and at times it can take over your entire mind and body. Passion isn't about things you like to do or enjoy, it is about something that has meaning, love and respect. A force that you know well, like a deep love.

What do you feel passionate about?

If you had to create an ocean and fill it with anything your mind can come up with, what would you fill it with? A ocean is a vast, deep place. It is so powerful, it shapes and covers most of our planet. If you could fill it with an idea, what would it be? Imagine an ocean filled with art, writing or music. Swimming in an ocean of your own paintings would be incredible because you mind would have to come up with what you feel the most and display it so you could experience it. If you start to over think then your ocean would narrow and become shallow. Your ideas would turn into lakes and then puddles. They would lose meaning and become after thoughts. But if you could create and fill an ocean, that would be truly a passionate ideal.

I sat on the train and thought about this. What would my ocean be? What would be the water I would fill it with? What dreams could I rain from the sky and fill my being? So many ideas came rushing into my mind. Beautiful creatures and beings passed through my minds eye. For a moment on the train last night, I was at peace. I swam in my thoughts for the entire ride. When I reached my stop, I was calm. It felt good to just be calm. I walked home and everything felt beautiful. I was inspired to put this post together.

I call myself a dreamer because the world just doesn't feel complete. There is something missing and that missing piece is somewhere in my mind. I dont know If I can ever find it but I love the search. I always see this in other dreamers. People who are trying to find that piece of expression in their minds. To take an idea in their head and try to translate it into something they create. It is beautiful when you see it. When you see an artist paint, you can see it in their eyes. You can feel it when notes of a song reach your ears.

I don't want anyone to give up on their dreams. Find time to play in them. If you cannot find time, make time. You will feel better for it. I want to spend my life playing in dreams, others and my own. I want to see photographers take pictures. I want to see writers write stories. I want to feel music pulse through my being until I fall into a heap on the ground, breathing hard and sweating. I want it all to never stop. Fill your oceans and release the floodgates. May your passion become your instrument and the world your sea of canvas.

Never stop the dream.

~Julian