Passion

The passion that’s been stirring inside me recently isn’t loud, necessarily

It is soft passion, if such a thing exists

Passion that rouses me in the morning, stripping me of my right to think of myself constantly

Passion that pushes me on past the point where I am comfortable

 

You see, in the past, I’ve thought of passion as something that is instantaneously attention grabbing

But maybe, just maybe, passion is worked out in the mundane

It is possible that passion is worked out in our everyday lives as we once again exert ourselves under pressure to perform

As we continue to serve while sets of eyes do not rest upon us

For aren’t the first to be last and the last to be first?

 

Maybe for a while, passion is private, passion is worked out in our inner souls

But passion cannot help but spreading, for our seemingly small efforts are a part of something big

So while passion may seem small, while it might look minute

Passion is indeed not small at all.

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