Is it a really blurry line? Because I feel like passion can exist in either of those spaces 🤨
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I interupted as without passion we whould devolve into chaos
When I’m enveloped by feelings of passion, I feel like I’m in the “pocket”, that place where there’s the perfect amount of chaos and order. When there’s too much of either, order or chaos, it devolves into something devoid of passion.
Climbing a mountain without a rope, being dropped off in the middle of the wilderness with only a knife and a map, performing in a play, playing a musical piece, competing on the balance beam in the olympics…….all require passion and exist on that thin line between order and chaos.
It’s when we are doing the things, or being with the people, whereafter we say, “Wow, where did the time go. I didn’t even realize the day had disappeared.”
For me that’s passion.
I don’t think I can experience “passion” when there’s too much order, or too much chaos. It can be had, but it’s fleeting.
Beautifully put. I call them BM’s - bottled moments. I like your explanation 😎💜
I also love being outside of my comfort zone too. 
Thanks. Bottle moments. I think my kids will love that. Gonna steal it. 🤙
The unfamiliar excites me too.
We are all here to learn from eachother. I’m in my mid 50’s I taught my kids about BM’s when they were young - they realise now pots of gold will never be latex at your feet - scaling the rainbow will “bank” them though. 💜
Mosaics of the people we’ve met, the places we’ve been, and the stories we’ve been told.
I want mine to cover the walls of the world. Cracked and coloured with with the crimes of laughter and love, of pirates and coyotes.
