I am not many things. I am not a good conversationalist, I am not particularly loud, I am not good at drawing, I am not capable of long term memory (or so it seems), and I am not going down in history as the world’s best driver.
But I can say, with complete and total confidence, that I am at least one thing. Always have been, always will be.
Passionate.
I throw myself entirely into everything I do and everyone I encounter. I have no patience for this meek attitude towards life that so many people have adopted. They sit back and let extraordinary things pass them by each and every day. They pull the brakes on many relationships for manufactured reasons. Aren’t they aware that every single person in this world is simply stunning and ready to teach you something about yourself? They let their talents go to waste by being too lazy and too prideful. They hide behind so many things.
I am just as guilty, but…
God, I fall in love with everything and everyone. I want to be everyone’s best friend. I want to hold everyone’s hand. I want to drive to every province with the windows down. I want to read every book in the world. I want to dip my toes in every body of water. I want to feel a thousand emotions at once. I want life in the palm of my hand.
I am the most guilty, selfish person in the world for wanting all of these things.
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