I literally took a long trip by bus for fifthy hours. I intentionally did that to figure out something that bothered me from within.
Along the way, my emotions fluctuated as I reflected on my past, present and future. They went up and down, up and down. But they always came back to one thing that I didn’t know what it is.
No, not that I didn’t know what it is. I always know what it is. It’s just hurting me so bad that i pretended as if I didn’t know what it is.
Passion that is. It is irrestistible. It is painful. It is uncomforable. But if I don’t do that, I don’t do life.