Blog by: Breanna Daugherty
Just imagine cracking jokes with friends before playing the game you love the most.
Now imagine it being 80-years-old.
That’s right, 80-years-old and playing baseball.
When I asked them why, some of them said it was the health benefits, or thecomradery, or it’s the love of the game.
They have a passion, a passion that has lasted their whole life.
A passion to play baseball.
While the members of Kids & Kubs I talked to kept telling me about their love for the game, I couldn’t help but think how I hoped any of my passions would last until my early 80s.
I hoped to be still taking photos at an old age with the same kind of passion they play the game.
But it wasn’t just this hope for the future that stuck with me, but a decision I had made a few years ago about passion.
When I was in high school, I had planned out the next 10 years of getting my undergraduate, masters and doctorate degree in psychology and working as a therapist. I had a plan until something changed my mind senior year, a few months before I had to make decision as to where I would go to college.
I finally accepted photography was my passion and that I should follow it. I followed my passion, not a paycheck.
In a way, it felt reassuring. Reassuring to hear how happy people were to follow their passion for so long.
I hope I felt just as happy following my passion for years to come.