My Buddhist friends tell me that passion and desire should be defeated. What a steaming pile of middle class weakness. I can't help wondering what these people are afraid of. Perhaps living?
Without passion and desire no one would ever have written a song, built a bridge. Without songs and bridges we would all be alienated from each other, emotionally and physically. Without passion and desire we would all just sit under trees and wait for someone to bless our bowls.
Holy spoiled rich kids, flatulent children of the deconstructionists, owners of little statues, you can sit and wait for enlightenment, I bet you can't tell me what it is. To feel an emotion, to express it in a way that makes others feel less alone, to bridge that emptiness, to see a river and connect the people of both banks, these are things that living humans do. If you are afraid of dying perhaps the answer is to try living, feel some passion and desire, act on it, not to retire from living and wait for the answer to fall from a Bhodi tree like Newton's apple.
The denial of passion and desire is just that, denial, a psychiatric illness. Passion and desire exist, you can't meditate them away. To deny life itself is being dead. There is plenty of time for being dead. Try living, write a song build a bridge, while the gifts of passion and desire are still yours.