A Taste Of Passion

I am a creature of passion.

It is my driving force.

Though passion I become inspired to write and savor the things that make life worth living. Without it I become a cold and bleak, a husk.

Imagine, if you will, a great web, each silky thread tying together the different talents and abilities I possess. Romance, life, writing, health, all these things are entwined in these webs, connected. The strands of this web is formed by passion it's self and as the passion is diminished so is the strength of the web, eventually these abilities slip through the web, and fade away.

My ability to write is often the first and most dramatically affected; with out a passion for the words, every piece of writing becomes hollow and stale. Where before I would write as a means of making my thoughts tangible, ultimately the act of writing became a labor that I was forced to endure. My creative side ached as I watched myself mill out hack quality work. Eventually I found that I’d rather not write then to put forth more tripe into the world already filled to the brim.

Without passion, I could feel the machine inside me grinding to an eventual halt, soon life, health, and laughter all follow in step.

You never know how hungry you can be until you’re starving, and much like food, there is no substitute for passion. There is no quick fix, no casual encounter that can fully replace the sensation of passion.

Passion is something that is as far beyond mere sex as sex is beyond a simple handshake. Passion in it’s purest of forms is something that fills every breath, drives every movement, and fuses with every molecule of your being. The only way to honestly experience passion to this degree is to share it with someone who thirsts for it, hungers for it, and appreciates it. It can be expressed through a kiss, a touch, a look, or even through words. Passion can only be felt in a place deep inside us, a place that feels eternally empty until it is filled to the brink of rupture.

Finding someone to truly share pure passion with is rare.
So rare, that the stars themselves align with greater regularity.

Passion is the essence of life, the rational conclusion to being. And while it may often lie beyond the most difficult obstacles life can set before us, basking in those fleeting moments make everything worthwhile.

For those starving for such illusive bliss I ask, “what would you do for a taste of passion?”




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