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I think passion is one of the most intriguing rarities of this earth. When you find something that inspires you, maybe not artistically, but to live and love fuller, something that overwhelms the senses until they topple over...If this is such a rare thing, then if one finds it, shouldn't one pursue it?
It's such a pity about people now days, their passions are often killed by ethics. I don't want that for me. Even if running with my passion is unethical.
You know the stereotypes that fly around: people who live with their heart will fail-lacking sense. But it has been my observation that failure follows every path. If I'm going to fall, why not fall with my heart in the right place?
This seems even more sensible to me, my emotions might provide a cushion to draw away from the pain of impact.
Then again-why be pessimistic?
Yeah, people fail, why should that be me? That shouldn't be me. It won't be.