the dance of the ink riddled fingers

He told me passion was not for feeling.

Posted in handfuls of ambition by enisea on 03/05/2010

It seems passion is not governed by the waves of emotion we experience in bouts, inconsistent as the sea.  He told me to stop trying to feel passionate. So I did. And now I’m trying to be passionate.  Passion that viciously guards what  is treasured; passion that would appear irrational; passion that is strategic enough to be effective the first time round, sharp and exact – not blunt and inaccurate. Passion that throws itself before the firing line, that would sacrifice face, limp and perhaps life for someone/thing/purpose/kingdom greater than little me.  Passion that is forever hungry, sort after and seasonally satisfied yet never tired, forever growing.

I’d really like to be recognised as passionate.



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