PASSION

A passion is a healthy addiction. It is something one would turn to for leisure, in times of distress and most importantly, to search the meaning of one’s life.


It adds zest to your life and energizes you. It makes you want to live every minute of your life.

The obsession is relieving rather than taxing.

Having an object of passion makes life more meaningful. One begins to view the world in terms of this passionate activity and suddenly everything seems to fit into the right place.

I experienced this when I was 13. Being a rather peaceful and polite person, I am, it seems, a target for messy situations that require a diplomatic settlement. To my surprise, I enjoyed the experience. Apart from telling people what to do, I found the analyzing of the rationale of both sides rather intriguing and was surprised that I was able to dissect the situation and come up with a solution that made everyone happy within a few minutes.

In fact, as the pattern began to form, I found myself appreciating the trust that people had in me. It even became a need sometimes. That was when it dawned on me-this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. It sounds rather off if I say my aim in life is to solve other people’s problems and it is for that reason I began searching for the right word to describe such a person.

Psychologist. That was the word. That single word has driven me for the past six years and is still driving me to go beyond my capacity. Although it began as a reaction to the usual high school drama that we all witness in our lives, it formalized into a personal philosophy through which I could derive the answers to my puzzling questions.

Today, psychology is not just a subject to me. It is my passion. It is my life. It is what I turn to for explanations. Psychology is not limited to just analyzing human behavior and thought, rather it encompasses all of humanity and its existence and even non-existence.



Psychology has always been defined as a science and an Art.

But for me it is a way of life.