I'm still not good enough. I almost never seem to be. And it doesn't help that I'm painfully aware of how naive I am despite desperately trying to get a grip on the whole idea of life itself. It doesn't matter what the world thinks, or so I tell myself. The heart knows its woes that the mind doesn't. And for that reason don't be afraid to feel the things you feel. But it's excruciating to know that undeniably, it boils down to weakness. Grow up mag.

The Power of Passion

When I think of passion, I think of the color red- bright, fiery, and zealous, filled with an intense longing for someone or something...

In the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Passion rebuilds the world for the youth. It makes all things alive and significant”. It appears so effortless how he can with merely two sentences, aptly pen down and frame the multifaceted concept of passion. Passion, it is one of the rarest traits on earth that has the ability to propel one to greater heights; however, the lack thereof can similarly allow one to sink to despair, broken and hopeless with no drive to move forward. In my opinion, passion is a force so great that it overcomes all other negativity in life; it is a drive that is innate and self-sufficient for one to achieve great things, and an intense form of love and desire for a person.

Passion is not mild love that expresses tenderness and kindness towards the target of affection, but instead an intense emotion which makes one yearn for the other. While love takes all form, is patient, mild, sacrificial, and kind, passion on the other hand penetrates deep into inconceivable aspects of an individual’s life; it is energetic, powerful, strong and intimidating to those who fail to meet the intensity of this fearless emotion. It has the ability to heal or destroy a person, and the capacity to touch lives or hurt others. Albert Schweitzer, a German philosopher wrote, “Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being”. Indeed, passion is contagious among like-minded people. When two individuals come together and form a bond of their own in the very initial stages, passion consumes them. They become crazy for each other, they pine for each other’s presence, and they become enveloped into a world that belongs only to them. That is more than affection and pure fondness. It symbolizes a love that surpasses one’s own expectation, one that reaches deep for the soul, even if it is just for a fleeting moment. Yet passion for the unattainable can also lead to obsession or arouse hate, pretty much opposite of the intended outcome passion sets out to achieve.

Passion spills over to many aspects which influences and fuels an individual to strive for a seemingly unattainable goal, and to walk a journey to an almost unimaginable destination. It is limitless, and fiercely fervent in existence. Passion is a love for life, the means to an end for things which are impalpable, a desire so strong that it rises above love in terms of intensity, resembles obsession and even lust for another person.

Snippets of my writing I wrote last semester... that I wish I can always stay true to.

There is a battle, I know, between the desperation of wanting to express myself and the knowledge that as far as my vision allows me to see, it's pointless. At the end, there is only the choice of ignoring those urges. When you see past all the "what-ifs", you can only learn to accept. And at a time like this, you choose to better yourself from it or walk away in despair.

There's so little that keeps me going, but I guess... at the very least there is still hope, right?

Every now and then I think I'm finally growing stronger. But when the storm hits somehow I feel weaker than ever. The failures run on replay, and the regrets envelop all that I can think about; but most of all, what strangles my heart is the uncertainty of the road ahead hovers and it won't go away.