She is watching one of the best documentaries. It is incredible and the truths that it revelas in facts are astonishing. She feels a growing ball of inspiration in her, which gains mass with each second of outrage she feels. She know she must do something about it. The movie ends and she rushes to the phone to talk with friends and perpetuate the message of the movie. At this moment her body and mind are willing to give everything they are capable of to crush the injustice she just learned about.
She wakes up the next day. It's Monday again. "Wow, what a great movie," she thinks! Her mind is still quite disturbed by it.
Work.
Another phone call with a friend about the movie. "If I only had the time, I would..."
More working days and weekends.
In a month she still remembers the movie and how great it was, but the electric moment of passion is no more than a dry distant echo.
What does it take for us to be consistent with our own passions?