Scribbles

No.37

For years there was nothing. Not an aching or a yearning. Nothing. Then, one day, something was born. A fire. In the deepest depths of a person, a fire is ignited. Most people call it passion. A burning sensation that feels so good it drives you towards something. It lightens your life and you find purpose again. Passion breeds happiness. It radiates in your whole body, gives you every meaning you've ever looked for, for simply, being. You remember you are alive and that fiery passion becomes your driving force. You push yourself to do things you never normally would, but have always wanted to do. It helps you to find your soul mate, just when you had given up and stopped looking and then suddenly, they are there, in your life. Maybe they had been there the whole time and you just didn't see. Maybe they too are new and exciting like the fire that burns within, either way, it completes you, piece by piece that passion makes you whole. And it doesn't stop and it doesn't go out and all of a sudden you are living the life you have always wanted and more. You are happy. Irrevocably happy and it shows. Everyone sees it, your friends, your family, strangers on the street. Everyone. You wear a smile that brightens even the night, and your eyes gleam as if they are their own stars in a universe centred on you. Nothing can bring you down from your passion-trip and that is just the way it is supposed to be. No-one can dim your light, no-one can extinguish your fire for your passions burns so ferociously that it is physically not possible. Your passion never really burns out, sure, there can be days when you and only you can feel a slight dimmer, but that is natural, that is life. No-one else can do that to you though, that is the point. Once you fire is ignited there is no putting it out. No-one can stop your happiness once it begins.