The paradox of passion…

The sun sets on another day…

It is there, in the edge of the sunset. It is on the edge of a kiss, it is on the moment of understanding, the yearning to understand. It is there on the limits to overcome and in the song we sing without pause. It is there in the depths of who we are, and in the depths of who we want to be. It is not just something you feel, it is something that is part of your very being. It drives you each day, and inspires, antagonizes, scares, enthralls, envelopes, excites, terrifies, pushes, and pulls everyone around you.

Why a paradox?

I think you can answer that from the words I used. People with excessive passion can excite and scare in the same moment. Some want to be a part, others do not understand and are overwhelmed by the very idea of passion.I talk about passion a lot, perhaps too much, but it means a lot to me, perhaps too much.

What is passion? By definition it is “strong and barely controllable emotion” but I feel it is deeper than that. A person of passion does not just do something they are passionate about, they overdo it. They live to the edge of the moment and maybe a little more. For me, if I am passionate about something I will drive it hard and know it inside and out. With people, passion can be more than intense and if both people are passionate it is something to behold. It is also very rare. Passionate people are often with people who love the passion, but cannot give their own.

Still, all a paradox and I have not done enough to explain it, I am not sure I ever could. After all, passion is also personal. My passion for reading is over the top, but many people think I just have too many books. My passion for learning is the same, but some people think I am overconfident and arrogant. My passion for understanding people is high, but it makes me too friendly. My passion for weapons make me violent, my passion for photography nerdy, my passion for movies, geeky and so it goes. I guess the paradox to remember if for each passion we have, someone has a negative feeling about it, but in definition, perhaps that is just another face of passion.

So as the sun sets on another day, here I am, passionate about writing, so I write. I write a lot and love to write. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you feel the passion I do if only for a moment, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love deeply, and fill the world with passion…

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