Last weekend, sitting in front of a roaring fire and feasting on cheese and red wine, I asked my friend: “What fills you with passion?”
“What do you mean exactly,” he wondered.
“What makes you feel totally alive,” I rephrased.
He paused before answering then turned the question back to me. Images of myself in various scenarios flashed before me. I listed them.
“Getting lost in music. Dancing alone in my apartment. Singing while driving.
Nature. Swimming in the ocean and marvelling at the panoramic scenery.
Writing. When I’m inspired, nothing can stop me from putting pen to paper. Time stands still.
Sunshine. Travel. Experiencing different cultures, foods, languages and landscapes.
Belly laughing with friends and family. Deep conversations.
Writing them down now makes me smile. It stirs something inside of me. This is what living is all about.
The simple yet show-stopping moments. Points of pure presence. These times to be truly thankful for.
What fills you with passion and gratitude? And how do you feel when you remember these wonderful things?