The first of my old blogs after I sorted through them before losing internet. I found enough to cover every Saturday until September 4th. I might or might not be able to put out some things midweek, but it will depend on getting internet and at the farm, that means cell coverage, which is not in the house at all. Will it be in the vacation trailer? If so, it'll not be a lot. I am taking my water based oils and acrylics; so might do some painting, which doesn't require internet :)
The below picture might be where the trailer ends up... All undecided for now. The mobile home you see beyond could be an eventual more permanent solution when we visit. It was my parents' and they both died in it. Might I also??? Life is so uncertain. It needs a LOT of renovation before that can happen and this year, with all the needed farm work, that's not happening to turn it into a tiny house.
As for this topic, in some ways, it's an old one but then we see people getting too close to wildlife with that desire to be one with them and it's not really that old... Well, that and how we separate passion from obsession for ourselves.
Passion or Obsession?
I have been reading Grizzly Maze the story of Timothy Treadwell's fatal obsession with Alaskan bears-- in particular grizzlies. It has made me think about the whole thing of when
passion crosses the line and becomes obsession. Is one healthy and one
not? If so, what converts passion into obsession?
The dictionary says obsession is preoccupation with an often
unreasonable idea or feeling. Passion follows along the same line, even
to the state of being in pain but doesn't say it's unreasonable, but
then there is the Passion of the Christ. Was that passion or an
obsession-- certainly if we used commonsense, as we think of it, it'd be
an obsession that brought Christ to the cross. Maybe obsession is what
takes someone into a realm of creativity or action that changes worlds
whereas passion just leads to the bed-- figuratively speaking.
Treadwell certainly had an obsessive desire to be with bears, to become
one with bears (something he actually succeeded in albeit not quite as
he had doubtless planned).
Still he lived his life exactly as he chose, lived it right on the edge
and while it eventually did kill him, was his a fitter end than
overdosing on a Malibu beach? Perhaps his obsession saved him from
mediocrity even if it did shorten his lifespan. If he had sat at home
where it was safe, read books on grizzlies but not gone out to live
amongst them, might that have been called a passionate
interest?
The bear experts have fits to imply that Treadwell did any
good but is it any less valid to do what he did than sit on the
sidelines measuring and observing? Treadwell lived a vibrant, passionate
life and used all the tools at his disposal to maintain doing that. Did
it accomplish anything? Does anything in the end? A life well lived-- even if a bit unusual-- might be the only real accomplishment anyone can claim.
"The
reasonable man adapts himself to the conditions that surround him...
The unreasonable man adapts surrounding conditions to himself... All
progress depends on the unreasonable man." George
Bernard Shaw
There is nothing reasonable about obsession, you can't argue with it or
talk someone out of it-- at least not until they are ready to release
it, but have obsessions been why we had a Van Gogh who painted even
though no one bought his work? Is obsession why we have electricity? Is
an obsession why we had Lewis and Clark or Columbus or so many others
who set out on an exploration with no
certainty they would return? How about Crazy Horse or Sitting Bull? Are great deeds logical? Was the concept
of a Round Table and Arthur's Knights a passionate quest or an obsessive
one? As best we know it, it led to Arthur's death and failure of the
experiment-- except the dream grew possibly into something more than
it ever was in history and even today lingers on in men's hearts. Can
great deeds be attained by acting sensibly?
Is a life lived sensibly
superior to one that bucks the odds and reaches out for that obsession
even if they fail? Certainly for every person who had an obsession that
led to a medical breakthrough, there were thousands or more who had it and it led to madness or an old age
of disappointment.
I have experienced more than a few passions in my life given my nature
but I believe-- at this point-- I have only had one obsession. It
definitely wasn't sensible or logical. Even today I think on it and my
blood rises, my heart beats faster. I don't necessarily regret that
experience, but did it get me anywhere to go through it? I don't believe
I handled it well but was that the fault of the obsession
or my being unprepared to handle it given we live in a culture that
stresses mediocrity as the safest venue for anything. Risk implies
failure as part of its nature. Obsession is risky.
When I began writing this, I was convinced obsession was bad and passion
good. Now I wonder if obsession might be a gift we don't appreciate enough. I think I may do some more research on the topic...
7 comments:
Our brains are so complicated. I had watched today a taped program that public television had put out ( as a money raiser) on the plasticity of the brain. Obsession and compulsion are similar but different and thankfully there is therapy for those who recognize it.
That is so true. What's weird to me is yesterday when I went onto FB, there was an article about Timothy Treadwell and what happened to him. Weirdly coincidental given how long ago it had happened.
1) a persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling. 2) AN EMOTION OR IDEA CAUSING AN OBSESSION. WALKING ON CRACKED PAVEMENT WILL KILL ME.
A dog trainer may believe themselves as having a passion for their favorite breed wanting to promote it - poodles. The trainer restrains the dog spending hours primping their dog while a bystander may see the relationship between trainer and dog as cruel and call the trainer's behavior an obsession.
Beyond definitions, in my experience with art, I might venture to say I have a passion for creating with paint. Before marriage I was advised by other art students to not get married. But my opinion was then that without life experiences there is nothing to say in my painting. When we started having children, I can remember one friend insinuating I should not have had them because some people should not. Later when my daughters were grown and left the nest, I was given a tape recording lecturing me to not become a compulsive painter. Too much involvement leads to neglect of personal relations with love ones. Art would play havoc with living life. Some how balance is wisest.
Just goes to show the value of using your own judgment and not letting what worked for others dictate to us. I will say though with Treadwell, he should have listened to the wisdom of others regarding wild animals :). He got to thinking he knew more than he did. Sad for his girlfriend especially.
What got me was how a story about him popped up on my FB when I'd done no searches nor talked to anyone about that old blog. Serendipity maybe?
Coincidence maybe, on Treadwell? I guess it is whatever our inclination to believe is since seems unlikely we’ll ever know. Differentiating between an obsession and a passion may not always be clear, or when does a passion cross the line to becoming an obsession? Somehow I find having passion for something to be more desirable than to be obsessed which seems more mindless.
I agree. Obsession doesn't allow someone to take into account other factors as Diane said she did. She clearly has a passion but she also could consider facts beyond that. Treadwell did not-- sadly more for his girlfriend even than him.
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