Passionate people are the most addictive people on the planet, aren’t they? The ones who love the smell of fresh cut grass or the way the sun feels on their upturned face. Or the way it feels when water laps around their bare ankles, and curling their naked toes into the sand.
They’re the ones who stay up for days on end just to see their work finished, whatever it is. The ones who have inspiration hit at 2 in the morning and welcome it regardless.
I’ve always been addicted to passionate people. To the way their faces light up like a five year old at Christmas when inspiration strikes them, and they take off running headlong into pursuing whatever it was that inspiration was.
They’re like a breath of fresh air, aren’t they? Just being around them feels like electricity. It’s exciting. That kind of passion, that kind of energy, that kind of drive and will and focus– it’s intoxicating.
They’re like muses with pulses. Just being around them makes you feel more awake and more alive than you ever feel otherwise. They make you feel like anything is possible. And maybe it is.
I thrive on being around people like that, feeling their energy, their genius. It inspires me to feed my passions, to wonder “what if” and “why not”. “Why nots” and “what ifs” can change the world.
Passion like that fuels things, it drives things, creates and awakens things that never would have existed without it.
It throbs the heart and quickens the blood. It shivers down nerve endings you never even knew you had.
Passion like that can change your life. Passion like that can change the world.