Passion for life

It's been more than 3 months since I started learning guitaar and I still don't see myself holding it with a promise of even a single tune. Well, if you ask me 'I want to learn' and 'I am taking classes for it'....then wht's missing! Ya...I need to practice....practice a lot...tht's my instructor tells me everytime....& my justification...I don't have time to do that...but the fact is that I can spare time for so many things I even don't like to do...then why not this. And isn't true for so many things in my life, your life.....THE LIFE? PASSION - that's all I can see missing in me. That's what I clearly saw in my next door neighbour I met today. I found Rohit so much passionate about his guitaar...his music...that nothing else matters to him. But hasn't he got what matters to him. He is such a perfect guitarist, that music was radiating from his fingers, the moment he held my guitaar. He offered to teach me everything. But Passion was the one thing I could identify in our half an hour conversation that I *must* need to have and he cann't teach me. The only variance between me as a novice & me as a master ...rest I know I can learn.PASSION is the only thing that I feel cann't be learnt. It comes from within. It shapes our life, our destiny. This is on which I see life moves on.....

Give it a thought...tell me what is your passion for life? Mine is to observe life & to learn.

Made a difference

I would like to quote a small incident which though hasn't come from my life but which had a lasting impact on my attitude towards life. I see myself in this type of dilemma whenever it comes to passion vs. practicality and this little begining has always been my inspiration to work for my passion. Here it goes...

A friend of ours was walking down a deserted Marina Beach at sunset. As he walked along, he began to see another man in the distance. As he grew nearer, he noticed that the local native kept leaning down, picking something up and throwing it out into the water. Time and again he kept hurling things out into the ocean. As our friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and, one at a time, he was throwing them back into the water.
Our friend was puzzled. He approached the man and said, "Good Evening, friend. I was wondering what you are doing."
"I'm throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it's low tide right now and all of these star fish have been washed up onto the shore. If I don't throw them back into the sea, they'll die up here from lack of oxygen".
"I understand," my friend replied, "but there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can't possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many. And don't you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can't you see that you can't possibly make a difference?"
The local native smiled, bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied, "Made a difference to that one!"