Quand la passion est partie

Later that night I couldn’t help but thinking: How sad it is when the passion is gone.
Passion should be around in all aspects of our lives.
We can be passionate professionals, passionate husbands, passionate brothers, but in all we do if passion is not there, things can look overwhelming sometimes.

In a relationship, in your work, in your house, we have to cherish for all passion to survive. We have to nurture passion and our ability to wake up and shout to the world how passionate you are.

But then, what about those mornings when passion is simply not there anymore?

How to get passion to stay and stick around forever?

Well, passion is mostly a big cake where our beliefs are the cherry on top of it.
A cake can blow up in your face with no cherry on top at any moment, mainly when we feel insecure about our ability to find cherries.

Actually, the cherries are always there, we just can’t see them from time to time.

I recall relationships and jobs where I saw passion dying slowly.
It is a painful process but we pretend it is not happening, for doing this the pain would seem to be less than it actually is.

In the end, what triggers our passion is our hope to achieve something and our belief that that achievement is at our reach.

If you stop believing, passion dies.
I confess it is hard to believe sometimes in things, but maybe passion is there just as a cloud to prevent us from seeing the real picture.

Well, if that’s it, I prefer living a blurry passionate life than an HD one.
Through away your blue-rays of reality and stock up your life with a pile of good VHS dreams.

If we stop taping it, would we care to recall for our lost passions?