Passion

Passion, defined: any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling.

So what does it mean? What is one person's passion for another's?

For me, passion is anything my heart swells for. Psychology, soccer, music, writing... but for others? It's inside all of us. Should we put our passions on display for others to see or hold them inside us close to our hearts? Writing is essential to me, part of me. It's how I express myself. What I cannot form with my lips and tongue I write down. I can "say" anything I want. My deepest inner thoughts and feelings manifest themselves through pen ink and paper. Should I scream them out or hold them near?

For others, guitar. What one cannot express freely through words comes out through bitter sweet melodies, notes, and symphonies.

For now, my heart is telling me to grow and blossom. Let others in to feel and share my joy and pain and in turn share theirs. Am I able? Am I passionate enough to take on the minds and hearts of others? Am I compelled by need and want to humble myself and better myself strong enough to take on the task of allowing everyone in? or Should I continue to bottle up the emotions that take over and choke me? Can I let my words that come so easily to paper be received by my mouth in a kind manner? or Should I just shut up like Tony says?

I strive, want, need to be a better person, but am I too strong in my ways to do that? Can I break from the path I've inhibited for so long to venture out on a new one? or Will life intervene and move me past my wants and hopes?

The most important things are the hardest things to say. That are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them. Words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But, it's more than that isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like land marks to a treasure map your enemies would love to steal away. You may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the  worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.