A wry smile…

The sun sets on another day…

I was going to write tonight about paradox, with a picture of a pair of ducks as I thought it might be punny, or funny, or something similar to that. I then thought a great deal about how we approach our lives and how we approach passion, and I imagined myself with a wry smile, probably because I had a goofy grin that I thought was a wry smile all over my face. So I giggled, laughed, and found a picture on my drives of a single duck with an almost wry smile. No not a pair of ducks, but instead a ducktator!

Why?

I asked myself that as I considered my overly passionate mood tonight. I am sitting here writing and wanting to write and immersed in the joy of writing, and I am still wondering why the wry smile.

As quickly as I asked the answer came, because somewhere inside I am considering all the times I knew passion was the answer, and I did not have the full question. No, I will not say the answer is 42, but sometimes the answer is more prevalent, and the question more elusive. So here I am again back at why. As I considered it, the answer formed in my poor little brain and slowly I was greeted with a small bit of enlightenment and maybe another goofy, I mean wry, smile crossed my face.

The question, what can make your life more complete, and the answer was the full embodiment of passion.

Now I know that sometimes leads us down the roadway to heartache and paid that price and more of the same many a time, but with passion there is a satisfaction of love so deep it stuns the senses. I know we can see defeat wherever passion looms but even in that defeat we can see the promise of success. I know we can find fear and a dozen other emotions here if we have them, but passion can overcome them all and pres us to new heights, perhaps those that we did not know existed.

A long time ago (I would say how long but it makes me feel old) I was told my passion was bad because a candle that burns hotter burns out faster. I smiled then as I smile now and state I would rather burn hotter all the time than live a life that is mundane. I would rather be hurt again and again than to never be hurt at all because somewhere in the scope of it all I have not just loved, I have been lost in the ultimate rapture of love, I have not achieved I have been part of overcoming the impossible, I have not just done, I have overdone. Why would I want to be any less than that? Why would I want to miss those memories that weren’t just another day, but were once in a lifetime.

So as the sun sets on another day, how can you push to that level that you feel there is no higher, only to find higher? How can you press life to the extreme, only to find extreme is not good enough and that there is a new level? How can you enjoy more when others cannot see more? I suggest you look past it all and blur your vision for a minute. See that level that was not there, uncloud the limitations of your mind and feel more, no matter what. It is out there, I know it.

Sleep sweet, reach for the stars, and grab the moon along the way…

 

 

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