When some of us men hear the word Passion, we think of sex, or some vaguely feminine emotion, or…sex.

I think visceral, gut-level, profoundly stirring. The word brings to mind a challenge we are so committed to we will attempt it all costs; win or lose, we will put our best effort out there. It’s something we must do something about. We can’t NOT do it.

The recent London Olympics gave us so many images and stories of passion. I realize that they are already receding to the rear view mirror of the news cycle, but before we move on, would you please take 5 minutes and watch these clips from the Games that just took place. I watch these and I see Passion.

The efforts of these men and women remind me of the words of Teddy Roosevelt, taken from The Man in the Arena:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

Do you have an issue you are passionate about? What is it? In all likelihood, the world needs you to do it. Will you?