passion

to define passion: you go to sleep thinking about it and you wake up thinking about it. but whether you are passionate about what you love or what you fear -- is that the key to the little black box? i wonder if you open it by simply choosing what to think. have i been hearing that for thousands of years? too many question marks, or suffering from overuse?

random acts of violence leave a scar deceptively deep; great kindness is all too rare, small kindness all but extinct. you come to expect what you know best, and it follows. daily i try to emulate what i believe is normal, daily i find i feel normal not at all. it has become my passion, what i have been passionate about, not what i love.

and so here i am, thinking my way into oblivion: wondering at the wisdom of the broken spoke's success and the bravery of monks dying to light the way to liberation.