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.