The Fragility of Want
What is it that carries you?
I just started walking mornings. The plan is that I will walk 5K, four mornings per week – today was my second time; that’s pretty good for me. I don’t want to walk mornings. I’d rather sit and have a cup of tea, however, I am passionate about staying healthy to prevent injury and to ensure I can perform to the standard I desire.
Want is a fragile thing. There are many (many) things I do not want to do but because of my passion for them I choose to anyway.
I am originally from a small island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean called Bermuda (Yes, like the Bermuda triangle).
The sun shines there.
At its widest point it is only one mile wide – so the ocean is always in view; glistening shades of blue and green rippling as far as the eye can see. The population is about 62,000 people from a wide diversity of backgrounds.
It’s wonderful there – it’s my home.
I did not want to leave Bermuda, however,
I am passionate about a career in the arts so I moved anyway.
I do not want to write my university assignment (that’s why I’m writing this instead) but I am so passionate about my degree in English Literature and Creative Writing (one more year!).
I do not want to go to all the boring places my three-year-old guides me around my house; but I am intent on him understanding he is valued and loved by me.
I do not want to meet new people – it’s uncomfortable for me, however,
I am passionate about making connections with incredible artists that stir and excite me.
My writing process begins in my mind long before I ever write anything on a page. I begin with a concept, and slowly build onto that concept until there is a full text laid out in my mind. Then (still in my mind) I begin the editing process – each time I access this text I switch out one word for another, I shift paragraphs around, and I alter punctuation to ensure that when it’s time for my words to leave my mind and hit the page, they are formed. This is my process – it’s important to me.
So, no, I do not want to move my writing process from my mind to the page to co-write a script with another artist. However,
I am intensely passionate about collaboratively creating a script that is a combination of my words and theirs.
Over the past six months or so I have been considering, and discussing, the fragility of want.
Whenever I’m asked, ‘What do you want?’, I struggle to respond. While want matters, it doesn’t matter most to me. If I only did what I wanted I’d probably sit in bed all day watching movies with a budget and buttered popcorn.
I do not make choices based on what I want to do, I make them based on what I am passionate about.
Passion is clear for me. Desire is solid.
To build upon want will only leave your foundation to crumble when the load gets too heavy.
As I am approaching the end of my BA degree I am frequently thinking about my next steps. I desire to pursue a Master’s degree but for about two weeks I was considering getting another BA degree to study economics. I am very interested in economics and I want to learn more but what changed my mind was that I realized I wasn’t passionate about it.
I knew that in all of those (many) moments when I do not want to read chapters, study, or write assignments, passion would not be there to carry me;
the thin foundation of want would have crumbled and I would not have lasted.
What does this mean for my practice? My career? The big choices I make in life? It means I do not build on want; I do not consider want in my choices.
What I build on is passion – and I am very passionate.
So, when I do not want to spend entire days replying to emails, hours meeting with people on Zoom, months writing funding applications and organizing projects, or squeezing every last penny out of a budget (I’m actually passionate about budgeting but you get it) –