I see passion as a temporary kind of love. A quick fix, something exciting, raw and seductive. It can be dangerously magnetic, or powerfully motivated.
But, “Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.”
I guess that's true. So I followed my passions, all of them. I got enticed by my impulses and tempted by my curiosity.
And so passion became more of a fleeting distraction. An excitement, that was almost unbearable and something that I was unable to satisfy. A sudden impulse or urge that when you think about it, vanishes as quickly as it appears, so how can I follow that?
Is there a trail of destruction that I must follow to achieve my dreams? Is that what the yellow brick road was about?
I’ve always been impulsive, and driven by passions. I think you could argue most creatives are, however as I am taking time to heal myself, I am starting to see the depth and longevity within life.
I'm also aware that there is more to life than passion, that is for sure. And so I have made the decision that I am going to chase stability, because passion is only temporary after all…
Passion is only temporary after all,
Order, control and pride before,
The inevitable fall, chaotic love looming,
My thoughts are swirling, brooding,
Until divine guidance might intervene,
A radiation of cosmic intervention,
Or something to that unearthly description,
Ambition is a blinding contradiction,
In perfect timing we all become fiction,
A supple interpretation of what you,
Have manifested; For better or worse,
Money is fleeting, your heart is beating,
Not to waste time on imperfections,
Stand up and change the fucking system,
Keep believing that I am only pretending,
Life’s like a movie, write your own ending.