Recently, frequent blog contributor and bon vivant Frylock observed about my purchase and musings on the Star Trek V soundtrack (which is freaking terrific, by the way),
Geez. You’re really going all in on this one, aren’t you?
Which prompted me to think, when has anyone ever known me to be otherwise? Hint: no. It’s part of my darn charm.
I know that I get chided for it, and people still can’t tell that I’m playing along—sometimes insisting they got me “riled up”—but the fact of the matter is, I love being passionate. Maybe that’s why I love the character of Sybok.
There are times, though, where I’m totally yanking someone’s (your?) chain. Just like Denis Leary, sometimes I exaggerate to make a point.
I do live life passionately because I want to. I choose to. Contrary to the past, I have quite a good handle on my emotions. If I get animated about something, it’s because I want to be.
I have a belief that there is something after this, but I don’t know that for sure. So if I get one shot, and that shot could end tomorrow for all I know, why not be passionate? I’m not looking to wander through life like it’s THX–1138.
Why not care…a lot?
Besides, everyone has their “something” they want to be passionate about. I choose to have more than one. Because life is a joyous, wondrous miracle and the fact that you’re living it should be something you love doing every damn minute of every damn day.
Even Spock learned this lesson…arguably, from Sybok.
I’m sorry, did I just blow your gosh-darn mind?