I recently was asked if there was something i was truly passionate about. Not one word escaped my doubtful, pessimistic mouth. For at that very moment every memory, emotion, every aspect that is me began to race through my head at such an uncontrollable speed, i could barely sit still in my chair. How do you define passion? Is it something you yearn for, or is it sonmething you take lightly? Is it something you aquire through time, or as humans are we simply born with it? Is it that feeling in your stomach the moment your eyes open to the sunlight of a brand new day, or is it that slide show of events that race through your mind as your head hits the pillow at night? I've grown up thinking that passion can only be classified as sexual and erotic. Times when you curl up next to that "special someone", wanting the entire world around you to disappear because the two of you together is the only thing that makes sense. Residing in a place that light doesnt show, feeling every inch of each others skin. hesitating, heavy breathing. knowing it might be immoral and yet willingly giving in. Knowing when you kiss them that their lips will be the last lips you touch until the day you stop breathing. These are all things i have yet to experience. There for explaining my niave way of thinking. Because of this, i thirst for it. I yearn to look at life as something to be proud of as apposed to being embarrased by. I need to feel the knowledge that i was put here for a purpose and not just for the amusment of others. I have realized now that passion is all of this. It is the air we breath and the words we say. It is our opinons and judgements of ourselves and other people. I admire it! So is there something i am truley passionate about?..Yes, passion itself.