Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love.
The clarity of hatred.
The ecstacy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace.
But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank.
Without passion, we'd be truly dead.
Sometimes they're little subtle moments,
Sometimes they're not.
I'll show you what I mean.
Bottom line is, even if you see them coming,
You're not ready for the big moments.
No one asked for their life to change.
Not really, but it does.
So what are we? Helpless? Puppets? No.
The big moments are going to come.
You can't help that.
It's what you do afterwards that counts.
That is when you find out who you are.
You'll see what I mean. . .