It’s 6:30AM and I’m sucking down coffee. I’ve been up since 4:24, working. Is it sick that I actually enjoy this?
I am completely out of the loop, lately, in many senses of the phrase. However, I read this email from The Rumpus and was extremely touched. It’s slightly awkward, but pretty wonderful. It talks about the kind of passion that goes into the making of a soccer fan. The kind of extremism that goes into fandom, period. It’s something I understand, now; something I feel as though I can relate to. Because, at the end of the day, what we are left with is that which drives us. Happiness is derived from the fulfillment of our passions, big and small, be it a South American soccer team, an art gallery, or some larger, more abstract concept.
I truly hope you all find something you can be equally passionate about.
It is indeed sick that you actually enjoy it. But good for you! I’m quite glad for you.
It’s exciting that you have found something that gives you a burning passion in the pit of your stomach; something that you can’t help but be drawn to; something that motivates your every moment. And thanks for wishing that we all find the same… I sure I hope I do!
PS – My write up on the Imperfectionists is coming. Strong start to Drunk Lit Book Club (DLBC?), Hansen.