Some thoughts about passion
Autor: Velineyvra
I just started thinking about how certain parts of out lives are more important to us than the rest. For example, I love books. Recently, the local bookshop's basement was flooded, and my first thought was: "Oh no, what happened to the books? Are they all right? They must be!" Feeling kind of silly about that now... I love the creaking of the spine as you open a brand new book, the smell of the pages, the colours as they are all lined up more or less neatly on a shelf.
In my opinion, a house without books is a house without a soul. And yet I'd give up half of my beloved books for this: http://www.shaftesburytheatre.com/shows/derren-brown-svengali
A dear friend loves battleships, a fascination that I don't share, but I still enjoy his joy. Because it's so much happiness there. So many strong feelings. [If you're looking for a point here, I can assure you there isn't one, just ramblings]
I don't know, I just really appreciate strong feelings, passion, love. It's just so damn nice to have something to care about to such a degree. It really doesn't matter is it's a band, a book, a show, whatever.
It's nice being a nerd.
It's nice to love something, even if most other people can't love it the way you do [but I've got to admit not being all by myself means a great deal to me].
And there's really not that much I can write when it's the middle of the night, and I should sleep. If you happen to read this, know that I love you.
Edited: Holy shit, I'm really weird when it's late! This really began when I was thinking about people "reinventing" themselves as they moved to a new place, and realizing I no longer had any wish to do so. All the pieces are in the place that they are meant to be, so to speak. And that is exactly as I wish things to be.
06.11.09. Changed my life forever.