pas·sion·ate /ˈpæʃənət/ adjective
1: having, showing, or expressing strong emotions or beliefs
There are countless things about which people are passionate – if something can be experienced, studied, collected, grown, or raised, I can find somebody somewhere - who is passionate about it. This in itself provides great variety in life as we mix with those whose passions are different from ours. A gentle mix of passion and spice that makes the world go round. So, I ask you; what is it that fires your engines every day? What is your passion?
I'll bet some of you expected a photograph of a passion flower, yes?
These days, especially in the world of business, passion is a term that is used as an imperative for getting important things done and for ensuring success. I think it takes a back seat to "commitment", "staying power" "considered thought", and sometimes just plain luck and serendipity.
There are so many things in the world that we can be passionate about. You can even have many. I love color, bold and bright and sometimes, even black and white. While people may wonder how I can be satisfied with one after the other, let me just say, it didn't happen overnight and it came to me as a way to cope, relax, unwind, meditate. #alwaysaflower There will always be a flower to color my word.
In this case, less is not more... More is definitely more and not even one single one short.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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