When desire smoothers diffidence, when we opt for path less. Travelled, corners less explored, then we will live life with passion. explain
Apassionato
Apassionato is the past participle of a Latin word that means “to impassion”. It is found in the music sheets, where the composer wants to interpret a passage with passion. It should have been tattooed on our palms as we were handed to the stork for delivery. Then we would have been saved from vacillating between deadening dullness and paralyzing panic, from the trouble of learning on our own that life without passion is like salad without dressing – safe, healthy, not fattening, and unspeakably drab.
Passion comes from the Latin word for “suffering”, hence the Passion of the Christ. It implies suffering for a deemed noble: Christ believed in His divine mission and carried it trough to an extremely uncomfortable death. We see that passion transcends the physical and, contrary to common perception, is neither totally mindless nor totally blind. We determine our reason how we want to live and recognize the companion pieces of our choice – the possible grief, the potential rewards, our trade-offs. When desire smothers diffidence, when we opt for paths less travelled, corners less explored, then we live life with passion.
Analyzing passion is like defining love. We teeter dangerously on the brink of mawkishness. Groping with imagery, I find myself thinking of love as a cup of warm chocolate and passion as hot, strong, almost thick coffee. Chocolate soothes, comforts, and is sweet. Coffee unleashes energy, has full-bodied flavour, a touch of bitterness unpleasant to others, but delicious to the drinker.
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When desire smoothers diffidence, when we opt for path less. Travelled, corners less explored, then we will live life with passion. explain
Apassionato
Apassionato is the past participle of a Latin word that means “to impassion”. It is found in the music sheets, where the composer wants to interpret a passage with passion. It should have been tattooed on our palms as we were handed to the stork for delivery. Then we would have been saved from vacillating between deadening dullness and paralyzing panic, from the trouble of learning on our own that life without passion is like salad without dressing – safe, healthy, not fattening, and unspeakably drab.
Passion comes from the Latin word for “suffering”, hence the Passion of the Christ. It implies suffering for a deemed noble: Christ believed in His divine mission and carried it trough to an extremely uncomfortable death. We see that passion transcends the physical and, contrary to common perception, is neither totally mindless nor totally blind. We determine our reason how we want to live and recognize the companion pieces of our choice – the possible grief, the potential rewards, our trade-offs. When desire smothers diffidence, when we opt for paths less travelled, corners less explored, then we live life with passion.
Analyzing passion is like defining love. We teeter dangerously on the brink of mawkishness. Groping with imagery, I find myself thinking of love as a cup of warm chocolate and passion as hot, strong, almost thick coffee. Chocolate soothes, comforts, and is sweet. Coffee unleashes energy, has full-bodied flavour, a touch of bitterness unpleasant to others, but delicious to the drinker.