Passion

I hate how the word passion is thrown around so carelessly. I for one have no idea what I'm passionate about. Its supposed to be a strong and barely controllable emotion - these days I'm so controlled I amaze myself. In things that I used to be careless and irrational in, I have become well, careful and rational.

But where do you draw a line between being rational and passion-less. I knew that my life lacked something, I think its passion. After thinking about it a bit, I remember a time when my life seemed much more full. Like I wasn't happy 24/7, but the points where I was happy I was over the moon.

The problem with being so vulnerable to passion is that when you are upset, it just drains everything out of you because you feel so much. So, there's this choice then, should I be passionate and enjoy the pain that comes with it like some freaky sadist or should I remain as calm and controlled as I am now and be bored?

I choose passion - not a very difficult choice, surprisingly.