“Passion for anything involves very strong and barely controllable emotions. Desire is a sense of longing, hoping for a person, object or outcome. The theme of desire is at the core of all love stories, which often create drama by showing cases where human desire is impeded by social conventions, class or cultural barriers.”
I think this is why windsurfing causes such an passion and desire in the individuals who get addicted to the sport. Windsurfing is illusive, fickle, temperamental and she rarely gives us exactly what we want. Windsurfing teases us- She gives us some of the best days of our lives, and just when we expect to reap the rewards of another perfect day of sailing, she simply does not deliver the goods. She heightens our desires through frustration. She plays ‘hard to get’ to gauge our interest and level of commitment. We are spell bound by this calling to the sea and to her pleasures. We have become slaves to our own desire for more, and just one taste can set off an addiction to keep us going for years.
Passion comes from the Latin word ‘patere’, meaning suffering…
Passion is a fire that ignites us and burns bright, but it can just fizzle out if it’s not replaced by something more solid.
Many a passionate windsurfer have done just that at different stages of the game. It’s so hard to learn, that most people just can’t handle the challenge. Every time we think we’ve got it- We just don’t. It’s seems there is never a moment where you have actually reached the top- The skies are the limits. If we can handle the disappointments, the no shows, make the best out of unheeded expectations and just go with the flow, we will find a happy relationship with windsurfing. Most important is our commitment remains vital.
A true love of the game changes everything. It goes beyond the thrill of of windsurfing and into the beauty found deep inside the moment. The ocean and the sky that surrounds. Full deep salty air breaths. A feeling of being connected. Clarity and gratefulness. Contented beyond our personal egos attached to the sport.
Lust and attraction towards anything is extremely fleeting. Science can ‘whittle’ it down to a maximum time limit of 18 months. A insane attraction can last up to three years. While attachment, “Attachment is the bonding that promotes relationships that last for many years and even decades. Attachment is based on commitments involving sharing a home, parental duties, mutual defense and involves feeling of safety and security.’
Hmmmmmmmm,.. I’m going on to sixteen years of commitment to this sport. I’d say I have a deep bond with windsurfing that goes beyond a simple passion. It has withstood the test of time.
There are many eject buttons out of windsurfing. It takes time, energy, mental focus, physical strength and more time. It takes getting past the bad days and not letting them take you over. You release the moments, good or bad. If you dwell too much on bad days you will simply give up. Windsurfing requires unconditional love and considerable self-acceptance…
Funny the potential suffering in all things we have great passions for…
As I think further along the lines of passion and it’s core word of ‘suffering’. I can understand better the path of more enlightened minds who renunciate themselves in order to take on the burden of the world’s ‘suffering’ … All our needs and wants, loves and desires, have a very sharp double-edged sword to grant us with great highs and great lows.
I guess going too deep or staying too shallow is perhaps not the point. Balance is probably the most difficult thing to achieve in our lives- Maybe to cool our passions into a more steady even love is the point. Finding the middle ground where both points of view live in harmony. Time and space for ourselves to energize in the turmoils of the sea so we can walk calmly into the hectic fast pace of our everyday lives.
Getting swept way in the currents and boiling waves makes us feel energized and alive. Stay there too long and it can become a test for survival where we risk getting lost out to sea. There is something soothing about returning back to the stable earth, heading back into the peace of tending my garden, watching the beauty of slow growth and the flowering of plants that will eventually bear fruit.
It’s a challenge to ease into the calm when we are adrenaline junkies, thrill seekers and addicted to the chase of exciting new things and places. To simply stop and do nothing is refreshing. Enjoying the world without ‘passion’.
The wild of the sea and adventure are perfectly complimented by the calm of my garden, home and family. One without the other would lose its balance.