the traveller.
You've once thought that, this is your passion.
It almost probably definitely still is. You enjoy going around, talking to new people, speaking new tongues. You don't like being set a routine of what to do everyday or where to be fed. You walk into a restaurant and point at whatever is on the menu, and have the greatest satisfaction eating whatever available. You might have a final destination, you might not. They say they have a heart for wanderlust, but you know that very few of them truly possess it, at least in the realm of what you think is your passion.
You've known all along that, what you think your passion is, doesn't require one to be on the go all the time. You have a wider definition. You spend time in a certain space, for a certain purpose other than what you think is your passion, for you know that you lose direction, and your passion loses significance, once it becomes the integral part of you. Spirit and appetite are, after all, multilayered. You know that, beyond what you think your passion is, you need to find something else that leads you on. You are busy, just so, maybe, that you do not have to think.
They once said that, doing things many times makes it easier, as it is all about habit. But you know that, you just get used to doing the same thing many times. It never actually gets easier. There are those who have cried for you. There are those whom you have cried for. But there is no time for emotions, for society teaches you, sentiments are bad for business. And so it seems, they cope with it with much more ease.
You have had a gap to think, and suddenly it dawns on you that, through what you think your passion is, you have managed to escape a certain type of routine. But in the bigger scope of things, the cycle still persists.
So you, from time to time, go through the so-called five stages of death, only to come to acceptance of the cosmic state of being, for the same five stages are ever more relevant with regards to life.
What you think your passion is, ultimately, matters not much more. For all the resemblance, it is just life itself.
It almost probably definitely still is. You enjoy going around, talking to new people, speaking new tongues. You don't like being set a routine of what to do everyday or where to be fed. You walk into a restaurant and point at whatever is on the menu, and have the greatest satisfaction eating whatever available. You might have a final destination, you might not. They say they have a heart for wanderlust, but you know that very few of them truly possess it, at least in the realm of what you think is your passion.
You've known all along that, what you think your passion is, doesn't require one to be on the go all the time. You have a wider definition. You spend time in a certain space, for a certain purpose other than what you think is your passion, for you know that you lose direction, and your passion loses significance, once it becomes the integral part of you. Spirit and appetite are, after all, multilayered. You know that, beyond what you think your passion is, you need to find something else that leads you on. You are busy, just so, maybe, that you do not have to think.
They once said that, doing things many times makes it easier, as it is all about habit. But you know that, you just get used to doing the same thing many times. It never actually gets easier. There are those who have cried for you. There are those whom you have cried for. But there is no time for emotions, for society teaches you, sentiments are bad for business. And so it seems, they cope with it with much more ease.
You have had a gap to think, and suddenly it dawns on you that, through what you think your passion is, you have managed to escape a certain type of routine. But in the bigger scope of things, the cycle still persists.
So you, from time to time, go through the so-called five stages of death, only to come to acceptance of the cosmic state of being, for the same five stages are ever more relevant with regards to life.
What you think your passion is, ultimately, matters not much more. For all the resemblance, it is just life itself.
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