Passion.  Is it important?  People talk about it all the time.  Lovers look for it.  Artists seek it in their muse.  Musicians sing about it over and over.  If passion is important, do people need it in their lives?  And should every one have it?

Passion is one of my main themes that I explore in my book.  Because it’s a novel, I can’t lecture about it.  I explore it from both the hero and antagonist.  Kinda like William Wallace and King Edward I in Braveheart.  For passion can infect people who are both ethical and horrid.

My coworker said passion is important but not necessary to live.  ”Someone needs to work at Walmart,” she stated.  That’s true.  Someone needs to do farm work, run the Mickey D’s, man the gas stations, pick up the garbage.  ”Look at our company,” she said.  There’s about 36,000 employees.  ”Our company couldn’t run itself.  It needs us.”

Again, all those are true statements.

But isn’t freedom of choice the freedom to choose what you do in life?  For many years I’ve searched for my passion, the thing that took me out of time, out of my daily drudgery.  If you’ve read my bio, you know it’s telling stories.  I love it.  Do I love every single part of it?  No.  But do I love it almost all the time?  Most definitely.

I have my day job.  However, it’s only a means to an end.  That’s it.  Nothing more.

Michelangelo is famous for painting the Sistine Chapel and sculpting David among other things.  I was listening to Dr. Wayne Dyer, and he said Michelangelo’s passion was sculpting.  His day job was the Sistine Chapel.  I thought that was interesting.

Without my passion for stories, I’d be lost.  I’ve been lost before and it sucked.  That state of limbo led me to mine.

I think William Wallace said it best in the movie.  ”Every man dies.  Not every man lives.”

So, is passion needed?  And are my coworker’s statements just a shield to protect her from her own power to create what she wants in life?

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