Maybe our PASSIONS come from our parents?

I was watching this movie Ford v Ferrari, and at almost 3/4th of the movie, when Christian Bale was describing what an ideal lap looks like to his son, and his son, he looks at him with the utmost fascination.

And it suddenly hit me, what if our passions are exactly what our parents loved doing?

If you love doing something, you talk about it all the time, and with so much shimmery hope in the eyes that it almost looks like an artificial catchlight has been placed to light those eyes up.

When you talk about something like that, you make the other person see it through that lens. And when they watch the particular subject through those lens, they can’t help but fall in love with that activity themselves.

And to put this hypothesis to test, I checked with the sample set I had an immediate access to.

I love painting and reading books. I get lost and forget about the world when I am doing these. And this comes to from my mom. She would paint canvas so beautiful that you could never tell that it’s been done by a non-professional.

Same goes for my brother. He loves playing guitar and loves everything automobiles. Maa played sitar, Baba kept rotating cars every 6 months as if it was a toothbrush.

My partner, he loves movies because it was the only thing that connected him to his distant father. It was the only thing that his father and him would talk about.

And similarly some more cases like these.

The dataset I have checked this in so far, it holds true. Help me with this research and comment if that’s the case for you too?