Passion is not a learned response.

Passion is the reflection of something back out into the world.

Passion is the mirror that connects lovers.

Connects a musician and their instrument.

Connects a writer and their pen.

It’s not only the thing that moves them forward,

But the thing that makes their life worth living.

Passion is not fleeting.

It has peaks and valleys, yes,

But it is a burning ever growing fire in one’s soul.

A longing desire,

A gravitational pull.

Stronger than love.

Greater than logic.

Passion is.

Passion will always be.

Thoughts today.

Sometimes I just close my eyes and listen to to world going on around me. Let myself drift out of my body, to a place where only the sounds or the world beyond my own little shell exist. The rumbling of a car, the squawk of a bird, the sound of children playing, the slush and whirl of the dish washer. It makes me think how insanity is likely not voices in your head, but rather the sound of silence. The deafening quiet, that you can hear the beat of your own heart.

I find true silence maddening. There is something to be said about calm. But that can exist through noise. Stillness and calm are a need for my soul. I forget to take a moment and breathe and remember that I am alive and I should be happy. To appreciate the chaos all around me that much more, because it makes the still calm times that much more special.