I'm finding that for me, passion and ambition are two very different animals. Passion just IS...it exists regardless of a specific object or situation. And if an object or situation is chosen for focus, it is simply manipulated by that passion; either made larger or smaller in importance according to the attention given. I am passionate about writing, regardless of whether I'm overstood. I am passionate about love, even though I've been single for an abominable amount of time. I am passionate about men, even though some are the prototype for the class A jackal. I am passionately feminist, even though women these days are on some bulllllshit. I am passionate about peace even though Chaos seems to be the Order of the day.
What I am attempting to describe is The Passion.
Ambition though is all about THE OUTCOME. And if things aren't going swimmingly, then the ambition changes its nature. If you don't make $1 million in real estate sales by age 35 you think you're a failure and you cease to try. If you don't get married by age 30, you think you're an old maid and you cease to love. If you don't lose those last 20 lbs. you think no one will want you, and you cease to believe...in YOU.
When you think about it, ambition reeks of limitation doesn't it? Which makes it another nifty trick of the ego aka THE DEBBIL. Got you all living out of sync with the present and steeped in a supposed future that you've attached yourself to like some thirsty baby on a teat. Funny that some urban types describe ambition as being "hungry." But doesn't that denote a sort of...emptiness? Mayhap it's because ambition is a leech that feeds on your discontent with your present state. In this equation you are always y.
Y me usually.
In the now is where true Life LIVES. But it's more than willing to descend to a subconscious state in acquiescence to the manufactured striving reality that you seem to prefer. The universe always honors your choices and inner beliefs...responds rather PASSIONATELY, come to think of it. So if you want to remain asleep, it will rock your cradle. And if you want to wake up?
You will be summarily doused with cold water and forced into subzero weather. Butt booty naked I might add. However, after that the REAL fun begins!
As for me, I have some goals (passion - precision = chaos), but no real ambition. Now if I happen to get rich, or my name gets bigtime out there, or my Prince stops bullshitting and brings me the matching slipper, then sheeeeit...that would be effinG Awesome. But ain't nobody gone fall down and die if the shit don't pop off that way. I've adjusted to this new experience I'm having now because it is just that - something I wanted to experience. So I attracted it to me via INTENT, always knowing it only came because it's for my higher good.
+ i am deserving and i intend to even more manifest this Ghetto Cinderella energy. y? because it makes for a good ass story. and my greater purpose = exemplify Life lived and felt in a new way.
My formula? Passion(Compassion+Gratitude+Joy)
To be cliched, it's not about the destination...but the journey. The experience, the things you think and feel along the way. And you can't notate the experience if you're mired in constant DOING.
Lak, duh. balance = power.
So I would suggest you educate yourselves in the fine art of dobedobedo...
as my songbird of a feather sometimes trills.
As for me, I am off to gather more threads for my tapestry.
Posted by Lisa at January 2, 2008 08:48 PM