I’ve known what I’ve wanted to do with my life since I was sixteen years old. When I was a sophomore in high school I had what I remember as my first and only true epiphany, and there hasn’t been a day since that I haven’t thought about the pursuit of that realization. But there was a catch: I had to accept my passion first.
I firmly believe that finding your passion is easy. It’s the thing(s) you do that make you feel alive – whether it’s helping people, writing, running, or anything else that sets your soul on fire. But pursuing it is where it gets tricky because not everyone knows how or wants to take the risk. But shouldn’t the bigger risk be in the lack of pursuit? We so often deny what our hearts so strongly want because we fail to see the reality that could be made of our dreams.
My brother has a tattoo that says, “Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.” And that’s just what we need to do. We need to be fearless, because the power of a passion pursued is greater than that of a dream denied.