This post goes out to those who have chased their interests passionately and created reality from their dreams.

Since the last few weeks, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of passion. A lot of it has been due to James Cameron. A few months back, I read an amazing article in the New Yorker about the famous director himself. It may have been biased, but it was wonderful in its praise, and astonishing to read Cameron’s might. The director’s latest movie, Avatar, is a movie that is fourteen years in the making. I can’t even imagine what I could produce in fourteen years! Long story short, I’ve been waiting for Avatar for almost six months. Flash forward to December 18th, and I miss the chance to really see it. I wanted to see it so much, I told my ex that I would see it without her. She was a little furious that I would spend our last few minutes that we had in a movie. (She was going abroad and lived out of state). Ultimately, I missed the chance to see it.

Fast forward to Wednesday, one of my friends gets tickets to the IMAX showing of Avatar at 12:30PM. I’m excited. Crazy excited. I wake up in the morning thinking Avatar. Avatar. I brush my teeth thinking … Avatar, Avatar. Yet, something happens. One of my friends is late, another is delayed, etc, etc, bullshitetc, bullshitetc, and we arrive in the movie 30 minutes late. The only seats open are those are front row. I am livid. I want to destroy an IMAX-size version of my late friends. I sit in the front row, with poor seats, and I start thinking about the movie. The graphics are intense, but at the same time, there is a deep flaw. I can tell how sitting in the front row has changed all the dynamics. Nothing was appearing as it was supposed to. The people sitting in the middle of the theater had oohhhs and ahhhhs. I had a grayer version of a movie that looked like someone had grabbed a video camera and recorded it him/herself.

And I sit and think … James Cameron spent fourteen years of his life on one project. One single project. The passion that engulfed him to continue on not just the bad days, but the miserable days, that’s what was astonishing! I thought about the people I generally hang out when I saw the unbelievable attention to detail of a simple alien flower.

When I think about my friends who are passionate about life, I can’t think of anyone. I really can’t. And that bothers me, because I don’t think I’m passionate about anything either. I want to be. I want to be passionate about self-improvement, but it’s a long way of dreaming about improvement than being relentless about improvement.

I wrote this today, because I was staring at photos of the LHC. The unmistakable passion that had to have been felt in each one of these mini-projects to develop this mammoth undertaking. That’s unbelievable.I want to be in an undertaking that fuels me. Lets me be relentless. Lets me chase after perfection. Never willing to stop. Never letting failure faze me. Never giving up.