While I was riding with my friend, Len, last Monday, we discussed about passion. The conversation dwindled down to him asking me, ‘how do we foster passion within our kids?’
Unlike most asian parents who pushed their kids to piano or math lessons, my parents let me be who I am. I spent a lot of time playing video games and riding my bike. Maybe that’s how they helped me discover my own passion..by finding it out myself.
I often wonder about my passion. The love for triathlon. The love to swim, bike and run. The love to go long.
Where did that came from?
How come some people have passion and some don’t?
Why don’t everyone go and find their passion?
Passion cannot be force upon. It has to be discover. It is like a favourite color. I can’t tell you that your favourite color is red. You tell me what your passion is. Blue or green or black. Everyone is different.
And you can’t discover your passion unless you try.
I never care about triathlon until I did one myself. My first triathlon. The ackward swim, the rain beating me on the bike and the tough run. It felt like home. It was as if God created me to tri.
Passion has to come from the inside. You can’t find passion with impure motivation. I can’t force myself to have a passion in cars if I only did it to get girls (side note: we all know that triathlete guys will get the girls b/c they are hot…as Jodi said).
There are many books and resources out to help you find your passion. Do this or that. Steps A, B, C and D. There is no one RIGHT way b/c each of us have a different path on life.
The only way to discover my passion is through me. No one can take my road for me.
And this road has its ups and downs. I never expect a smooth ride.
There is a big difference between doing what you hate and ‘suffering’ for what you love. A lot of people misinterpret me when I tell them I bike/run for x hours. They think it is a sufferfest. Boy was it a lot of fun.
So coming back to Len’s question, ‘how do we foster passion within our kids?’
The only answer I have is to set an example myself.
I hope someday when I have kids, they can look back and see their dad just go out and do it. Not for money or fame or any superficial reason. Do it for simply doing it. For the love of it.
I like to give kudos to Len. He is my example of a great brother. He was late for the bike ride b/c he had to stop to look after a ground hog. The ground hog was ran over and was still alive. He waited until the animal service came and took care of it. The ground hog suffered a broken pelvis and not expect to live. If not for the animal service, it would be suffering for a long time until it died.