Our dreams are tested far beyond the measures of our everyday struggles.
The things we love, the passion projects, the creative brainchildren… They should be haloed in joy, and yet I feel like I’m carrying an infant through a first-person shooter game.
The message about requisite passion makes it sound like your day dream unicorn just needs a pair of Pegasus wings. As if flying unicorns never tire.
“Leap, and it's all gliding..."
In my experience, passion is about endurance.
Self-healing thick skin and a high pain threshold. Nothing less than a big, big love is worth the multiple crashes, dust-offs, and relaunches.
A big idea isn’t big enough. Excitement is a pretty flash bang.
Passion is a slow-burning fuel.
And your flying unicorn jockey better be a crash-test dummy.
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