what is it that your really passionate about in life? what is it that keeps you motivated, keeps you going, that gives you a sense of purpose?
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what is it that your really passionate about in life? what is it that keeps you motivated, keeps you going, that gives you a sense of purpose?
Oh well.
I could answer in a lot of different ways, and it's by no means all that I'm passionate about - but:
I'm a passionate steel-dart player! It is such a glorious feeling, when you get it right, when you feel it already when the dart leaves your hand, that it's going to be right where it's aimed at. And the joy of winning a tight match, of winning in general, or even only of really playing out of your skin.
It's probably hard to imagine that, but darts is as much a game of physical precision as it is a mental game, it's about concentration, composure, perseverance and psychological strength, and about doing fast arithmetics when under high pressure.
Then it's about jumping up and down in ecstasy*, when you've nailed something special, like a 180:
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*I mean it, ecstasy!!
I'm taking part in a forum, too, and we've got badges: "Dartaholics Anonymous". :D
No joke - when you notice, you're making progress, it's like an addiction. Got less intense with me, but I've been spending hours upon hours upon hours throwing them things and forgetting everything else. Now I just need to get my act together and start playing ranking tournaments, starts in November - wish me luck!
Living, breathing, exercising, learning, growing, showing, caring, hating, being, existing, using drugs, relaxing, going hard, intensity, singing, writing, gaming, creating, peace, war, faith, hope, God, Satan, the Pope, Niggers, Jews, Whites, Asians, sitting, eating, cooking, pews, blues, crafting, wearing masks, frying, dying, Yin and Yang, light and dark, poles, Bismarck, poetry, hair, laughing, crying, scrying, deciphering, mysteries, simplicities, men, women, quotes, boats, planes, jumping out of them, feeling the breeze, seeing the air, tripping, falling, failing, flailing, succeeding, meeting, befriending, sharing, pairing, contrasting and comparing, I love everybody and everything. God is my mother and my father, I have no Alma Mater, but I ave a sister, and I am a brother. I take the occasional toke and make the occasional joke. I like to remember before I forget, the animal I have become, the roots where I am from. Where I am coming, Where I am going. Sex, masturbation, farming, and goats. I think you get the picture, I'm alive but when I die I hope I become a ghost. This is life, play the game and you're always the winner, go make some porn and put on some make up, and then get up in the morn. Cry but remember the good times, we all have to die. Such is the way of life, it's beautiful, so sick and twisted that even God will one day go bye-bye. I do not need to be told I am a rat, I came as a cat and I am on the attack. I like to play with my prey, they show me the way. I'll never stop living, experiencing joy and wading through shit, my shit stinks, but it's all a matter of perspective. Suck on it, life's glorious teet. The big green Army is here to plunder your town, rape your women, and wrap it all up with a pretty bow, take you to town. Life's not all rainbows, snow flakes fall like letters to strangers inspire hope. This new Pope gets it, Catholicism is no longer a joke. Take him seriously, he will show us the way. A great leader, God's son, a hater and a sinner at the end of the day. We're all born in sin, stuck in the mud, this swamp of pathetic and gloopy muck. Ride the lift through the elevator shaft, Edward Howard Taft. What am I but a man, a fragment of God, just a tiny grain of sand in the ocean of All.
I'm just a poet who always knew and wrote it, with the desire to show it. Fuck daisy's, I prefer Chrysanthemums. Cut out my tongue and I'll still sing you songs. Gone are the days of dropping bombs and hating Mom. Ring the gong. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, for it tolls for thee, delightfully skipping along a path of stupidity. Idiocracy at it's highest, try as it might, I'm too powerful to die. I will shield you with an invisible cloak of protection, my fingers moist and wet, stained with the blood in the halls of time and the echoes sing like angels playing the trumpets, reverberation. English is so beautiful but only one way to speak, Chinese, Cantonese, get your act together, you're a man of faith and a brother of God. Whisper softly the secrets that fill the black pages with white excrement. Cement, my brains splattered on the pavement. A message to all that God is here and will forever stay, he loves you all, understands. This is heaven sent. People like to write stories, tell tails of glorious eils that sealed the deal in iron curtains behind curtain rods of fortune. Please, spring with me the deices the the mormon, the king and the Jew. He is not your enemy, he is you. And now you see you were wrong all along, but's okay because God is here to stay. I will neer quit living or breathing, exhaling words of hope like so many various bits and giblets of ferry riding dogs motorboating frogs. I love the fall, God is the Answer, the binder and buffer of us all. Spread his word like it's slander, libelous, relbelious in nature. You are a creator and a pinter Leonoardo Da inci, we all have tools to to get what we want.
good luck champ http://i1123.photobucket.com/albums/.../thumbs_up.gifQuote:
Now I just need to get my act together and start playing ranking tournaments, starts in November - wish me luck!
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Originally Posted by tropicalbreeze
money for what?
Neuroscience. Probably brought on because of this site and lucid dreaming, but it's grown to be a lot more than that.
The idea that there has to be some biological aspect than underlies everything our brain comes up with, from consciousness and memory, to dreams and emotions. I believe that the "soul" as defined by a lot of religions is just their attempt at describing consciousness without anything to really base it on, and I want to figure out what it is that causes all of this, from the tiny groupings of neuronal cells within the brain to the various chemicals and neurotransmitters that power it. I want to find out why certain actions and emotions correlate to a specific brain pattern, and how tiny little electrical signals can create something as amazing as what we call life.
I'm currently studying it as an undergrad and plan to pursue a Ph.D. in it. I get to take some really interesting courses and it's the first time I've actually been excited to go to school. I don't care if researchers are underpaid or whatever negative things people say about it, having the chance to be able to be the first to observe and figure something out seems incredibly interesting to me and I want to be there when we figure out what the hell is going on up inside our brains.
fitness is my passion. i pretty much revolve my whole life around it. i just love to push my body to its maximum potential and that feeling of aliveness that comes with it. i also have a deep interest in traveling and photography.
sometimes i feel like people get too caught up in the pursue of money that they forget about their dreams and passions. money is important but not at the cost of your dreams.
I have many interests but I think in the end, my passion is to have fun and amuse myself with my interests.
Peanuts comics is my greatest interest right now.
Other than that:
mini golf
golf
amusement parks
baseball
Hawaii
chess
internet/dreamviews
Mozart
dreaming
lucid dreaming
San Francisco
photography
computer gaming/artwork
My favorite part of being a restaurant server is the ladies I get to work with and serve, especially those in my generation.