I am passionate about not giving the word passion so much weight and responsibility than it deserves. Why? The word passion, sounding more so than bourgeois could mean relief or doom in one humble soul's life. "I know my passion!", "I still don't know what my passion is?!", " I think that might be my passion, but I am not so sure..." Give me a break!
The inquiry within to validate and identify one's "true" passion becomes a tough quest. It is more tough than finding Nemo or identifying true love. Because, in the matters of the hearth, responsibility gets divided within the two involved parties. The transaction of love and the exchange of feelings mutually happen in form of expectation, hope, misery, disappointment and all that jazz. We reason, justify and then happily scamp to this exchange. When the exchange doesn't match the Disney tale, we can always blame the other party for breaking our hearts. His lost. Done. Clap clap. Dusting off the responsibility residue off my hands. Easy breeze. This didn't work. Sure there is always someone for someone out there. But, is there? Oh well. Neeeext.
I can easily blame love, but I can not blame passion. Because, passion is a honey badger and it does not give a beep about my heart. Passion comes and goes as it pleases treating me like a mistress. Passion requires me to work hard, sometimes with no benefits. Passion is not a pink cotton candy, like in the sweet and cloudy memories of my childhood... Oh maybe it is? The moment I bite it, it immediately dissolves in my mouth leaving my tongue pink. Then pouff, it is gone. Passion's high fructose leaves a knot in my belly. I call it Passion Knot. And the only cure to Passion Knot is to have more Passion Knot. When I have more of it, it it is a sudden relief. - When I say relief don't yet get excited and sigh in relief, because the relief is gone faster than Zen Monks disassembling million beads in a pouf. When i look for Passion Knot, it runs away and leaves my belly doomed, because you can not possibly catch it. Maybe passion is a hummingbird? If so, passion is tiny, fragile, fast, and it likes fruits. Hey listen passion bird, If I work really really hard, and not expect anything from you, will you grand me a story from the Arabian tales of 1001 nights, and keep my hopes alive? What? I know you would not...
Good bye Passion Knot.