When is it that we find our passion in life?
When do we truly feel like we belong?
When is it that we no longer need a mask to face the world?
A life without a purpose....can it really be considered life? Feeling day by day that nothing has been accomplished. Is it really ok to be pass through life not contributing in anyway?
When the heart's cloudy with doubt and uneasiness what is the best path to take? How do you find and grasp onto what makes your heart leap with liveliness? Is it all a matter of playing the waiting game? If so, how long is this game? Or is passion something that we must venture out and discover for ourselves?
How do we differentiate between being unable to find passion and being afraid to find it? What if in the complex web of life we feel lost, not knowing where to go or what to do? How do we pull ourselves out of the murky realm of doubt?
A heart without passion goes through each and every day feeling like it's all a pointless game...a never ending story. A story with no building, no climax, no resolution.
A silent wish for time to stop.
Stop for a moment of silence....the urge to hide away alone slowly overpowering any trace of will to continue trudging through. When the only desire felt by the heart is to conceal itself from the world, how is it that passion can be felt knocking? The desire to be alone...so great that silence is used to keep everything out.
A silent wish for time to stop.
How long can someone spend in solitary before even their own solitude becomes a grueling path?
A silent wish for time to stop.
A silent prayer that a new day will bring upon a change...and that a new story will begin.
