The Passion Of Learning
The Passion Of Learning
What do I mean by the passion of learning? Unfortunately, many things. The concept stems from the idea that with the more one learns, the more one is held accountable for his/her actions. No longer can one hide behind the veil of ignorance, safe and comfortable. The weight of responsibility grows heavier each day. Though I have talked about this before, I wanted to look at it through another perspective. Here I want to talk about it in terms of passion.
What does passion have to do with this philosophical dilemma? To me, a lot. Here one is faced with a twisted, addiction for knowledge, growth, and self understanding. However, the more one uncovers, the more one gets buried in it. One cannot help but want to expand their mind and soul, the more you do, the deeper you fall into its captivate fantasy. One is presented with the illusion of greatness by defying human limitations. Our experience pushing the bounds of self and reality; constantly reinventing identity and thus life.
One has a deep desire to learn, to better oneself because, after all, “if you’re not growing, you’re dying.” However, you are but a man, a mere mortal. The more you learn, the more you grow, the smaller you become. You begin to accept your insignificance on a universal level. However, madly attempting to further grow in futile hopes in challenging that. The more you know, the more you suffer because of it.
Oh, the passion! As if this were some drug of the gods, a forbidden fruit, that once you taste it, everything changes. You are then poised with the question, “would ignorance have been bliss?” Would you have rather tasted and suffered than have never tasted at all? The more you know, the more you are held accountable and the more you suffer because of it. Yet you’d never change it for the world because frankly it is the world. This addiction slowly kills you yet it’s what gets you up in the morning so that you can once again attempt to defy this law, somehow gaining sick pleasure from constant defeat. You masochist… In an act of submission, a display of vulnerability, you continuously discover your insignificance. Oh, how small am I! I give praise to you by learning of you, defying you, understanding you, and shrink because of it. What a twisted game we play…
How Bold We Are
Lady Gaga recently said, “As artists, we are eternally heartbroken.” I love that quote and I believe it to apply here. For those who know, have a duty. We have a responsibility to our ability and with that comes this passion. We do it for the pleasure, yet we do it because it tortures us. It simultaneously kills us yet brings us back from the edge of darkness. This knowledge illuminates our conscience. It is through our continuous exploration that we attempt to understand ourselves and our place in this infinite world. As William Butler Yeats poetically said, “It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield.”
On the flip side, many believe, as I often do, that it is the artists’ duty to disorient the masses. However, should we be so powerful, so godly to thrust this passion, this suffering on to others? Are we waking them up to a world of darkness through this sick game we play? Are we thrusting life into their soulless bodies, filling their minds with torturing possibilities? Oh how bold we are! How passion slowly kills.