Passion

Even in times when it is easier to face the darkness and discard all positive thought, there are those moments when you see passion in everything. That passion might seem different to you depending on who you are, and it might occur to you in different situations. To me it seems to happen when I'm riding my bicycle... It's almost a sense of euphoria sometimes, and I feel like I'm going insane - but in a good way. I see passion in the rain that keeps hitting my face, I see passion in the moon, in the horizon, in the windows of every house I pass by. I see passion in the future, and passion in myself. Sometimes, when I stop, I wonder where the passion came from, and why I felt it... I wonder what was the point. But other times - and those are the times I cherish - the obvious thought is "why not?". Why not feel passionate about life, why not feel that there is a meaning, even when things might seem meaningless? - Is it just romantic babble? To some, maybe, but that is because the passion is different to them. Perhaps fuelled by some irrational urge, or by logic. By music, by movies, by simple candlelight. Anyone might feel at times that passion has abandoned them, and few people are lucky enough to escape doubt. When I do feel a sense of passion, I feel thankful for it, but the "miracle" ceases the moment I think too much about it. The moment I start questioning my passion my contemplations make it wither. But it is when I feel most helpless and depressed that I truly need to dig as deep as possible and use all means to glimpse, if just for a moment, something to be passionate about, and then I hold on to it as fiercely as I can. Everyone has a passion, but sometimes when we are depressed, others are better at seeing it than we are. And though each downfall from happiness seems a hard blow, each discovery of a new passion, or the rediscovery of an old one, feels like a new beginning.