[A wee drawing I cranked out this morning on the front of one of my embossed calling cards that I got from Smythson’s of Bond Street…]
[A wee drawing I cranked out this morning on the front of one of my embossed calling cards that I got from Smythson’s of Bond Street…]
Love it. Too true.
Very appropriate for Valentine’s Day too.
Passion is more an over-used word such that it has lost (or is losing) its original meaning inside the meaning-draining marketing sphere.
Passion is your response when your child is hurt or succeeds in life. Passion is how you feel when the great love of tour life asks you to leave. Passion is *not* when your company produces a better PC, or fibre optic cable.
Passion is *not* how you feel when you do a good job for a customer – that is self-rewarding, confidence, enthusiasm, pleasure. It is not passion, my friend.
If it’s passion, then the world is a dreary and disconsolate place indeed, and Venice is a dreary suburb surrounded by mud.
Yay Hugh! Love is hard. Passion is when your heart aches and your eyes are filled with tears.
Lyle Closs
Happy Valentine’s Day to you! 🙂
Aw. I love / hate it when you’re right.