day 30: chasing passion
Passions run high when I think I'm in love. My mind finds a singular focus and it's fascinating the lengths I go to, and the time I spend on chasing and thinking about love.
I wish I had a more productive passion. Even this right now, writing, is something that I feel that I can't properly call "a passion." Would I go all the way to write? I don't think so.
Some people make love their life's purpose. I don't think that's wrong. Actually, I think that's probably the best thing to do. But it feels futile in a world like this. Maybe it would be easier to chase achievement and success and milestones.
Truthfully, I hate myself when I'm in love. It brings out all the bad things about me. And maybe that's why I'm so against love. It also may not be love at all.