Passioin

Passion, not really the passion in regards to boning a girl, or in getting girls, although that is sometimes our passion, but not what I’m concerned with, as that passion is but a natural instinctual one that we cannot escape lest we be a unic, uninterested in sex and unmoved by ones own loins a-burning. No what I mean is a man’s passion about life. This passion is what gives a man his meaning, his core, his inner foundation – the very thing that inner game mentions often without really explaining what it is, or how you get there – it’s just said, find it. But it is central not only in your potential for getting laid, or finding a mate, wife or girlfriend; more importantly it’s central in your entire life.

A man with out passion is a man that has been neutered, reduced to a sack of mostly water wading through time and space with no direction, no anima, no spirit, no desires except self-destruction and moving within time with little agitation of the world around him as possible – in a nutshell, he is the hapless beta, the man who is a slave to his environment, a slave to everyone but himself. In order to fully be a man, and a man in control, one must have passion. It can be a general passion for life, or it can be a passion for something he wants to carry out, or it can be passion for many things he wants to explore and create and experience. With out this zest for life, for something, he is little more than a primate, simply carrying out his biological lifespan, leaving nothing behind, and basically being uninspiring and worse, uninspired himself.

Passion is a fragile thing, though when it courses through your veins at its highest intensity, it can seem impossible to extinguish, you can feel invincible – it is usually found more in the young men, full of vigor for life – however this seemingly indestructible force within you can be worn down and eliminated over time, and all without you realizing it fully – oh you may sense it, you may even tell yourself you have no passion anymore, but just as mysterious as the energy passion presents itself to you, it is equally baffling when it wanes. Is it growing older? Is it you job that is wearing you down? Is it lack of success? Is it the lack of opportunity? Is it lack of time? All things you ask if you’re trying to pick up, or trying to write the great American novel – passion is an elusive target, and the acquiring of such an elixir of life is not easy – it’s not as simple as saying I like this or that, and I want to conquer it – it is a driving energy that consumes you completely and makes you do the things that creates this flow of wonder in you. In order to keep it, you need to keep feeding it by doing it over and over again, that which causes your passion. But what if you find yourself lost in that sea of despair, finally devoid of all passion? How does one get it back?

Having no passion can lead to depression, withdrawal, fatigue, chemical dependency and general ill-health. If getting pregnant and having kids is females primary function and urge in her life, than a man’s passion is his – it is the thing that defines him, and without it he is much like the spinster we all make fun of. Passion is tied to hope and desire, and faith (not religious faith) – you need to believe in possibilities, that there always are some, and you need to have hope that you can achieve whatever your passion is, and you need to have faith that as long as you are following your passion than success will follow. Without these three things, your passion will fade and you will wilt like flowers in autumn. One thing that all girls find attractive in a man (outside gold diggers – and socialites) is a mans passion, have that and you unlock the key to game.

Joseph Campbell said the secret to happiness is to follow your bliss, I say it’s to follow your passion, wherever it leads you, and hang onto it for dear life, for if it leaves you, you may never be able to get it back.

13 thoughts on “Passioin

  1. [...] Passion, not really the passion in regards to boning a girl, or in getting girls, although that is sometimes our passion, but not what I’m concerned with, as that passion is but a natural instinctual one that we cannot escape lest we be a unic, uninterested in sex and unmoved by ones own loins a-burning. No what I mean is a man’s passion about life. This passion is what gives a man his meaning, his core, his inner foundation – the very thing that inner game mentions often without really explaining what it is, or how you get there – it’s just said, find it. But it is central not only in your potential for getting laid, or finding a mate, wife or girlfriend; more importantly it’s central in your entire life. A man with out passion is a man that has been neutered, reduced to a sack of mostly water wading through time and space with no direction, no anima, no spirit, no desires except self-destruction and moving within time with little agitation of the world around him as possible – in a nutshell, he is the hapless beta, the man who is a slave to his environment, a slave Source: Paradigm Shift   [...]

  2. The word is eunuch….not unic. Buy a dictionary. If you are going to preen and
    posture as some great and wise intellect the minimum standard you will be held accountable to is the ability to spell at a grade school level.

  3. I enjoy your blog (I’m a Vancouverite myself) but I do sometimes wonder why you don’t go back and edit your work when errors are discovered. The errors don’t diminish your message for me but they might for other readers.

    Like I said though, I do enjoy your blog.

  4. Grammar nazis. When I hear that phrase, women come to mind. Women nitpick. Men listen to the message. One of my role models is a 59 year old man who cannot read or write. But when he speaks, I listen.

    Quit being women.

  5. Profanity is the last bastion of the small mind….insults and innuendo are the
    tools that intellectually bankrupt incompetents invariably fall back on.

    Want real people with real intellect and real experience and wisdom to take
    you seriously then learn the language you are attempting to make use of.

  6. Dude your comments are nothing but insults and innuendo’s. Try to understand the language rather than looking for spelling mistakes, and you might not find the urge to take that red pen out to try and illustrate that you’re smart.

  7. I do most of my blogging from my phone. I have typos and mispellings. I also have a degree in English. I don’t go back and proof-read every word. If you have a problem with this mans writing….don’t read his damned blog. None of us are interested in your opinion. You add nothing to the discussion. Your existence most likely adds nothing to society. If you have to insult people for nothing just to make yourself feel superior, mayhaps you need to make some improvements in your life?

  8. Well said man. And my oh my, I don’t get many comments on my blog, but damn, if people are going to just jump on spelling errors and not even comment on the post itself, shit.

    Come on guys, lighten up, this isn’t a research thesis. A big part of Donlak’s value comes from his ideas, his passion for writing, and for taking risks. He’s ahead of the curve, even if he has some misspelled words, and if he’s doing it on purpose, that’s fucking hilarious watching people get upset.

    Put the red pen away as has been suggested.

  9. Let me start by saying I absolutely love your blog. Love it. I check it frequently and apply the lessons contained. With that being said, every day, the English language is brutalised a little more with misspellings and text speak. It’s one thing to make a spelling error now and then, it’s quite another to take insult and refuse to self correct them out of some principle. As Ron Swanson “Don’t half-ass many things, whole-ass one thing.”

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