Passion
"If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead."
That's actually true. At first I would have argued the part about knowing some kind of peace. But when I thought about it, my personal absolute lack of passion in any form is somewhat peaceful. Nothing bothers me, nothing excites me. There's just nothing. I can't argue with the hollow, empty part. But it also doesn't really matter, because the void of life that began as ambivalence and now is just a vacuum means that being hollow and empty doesn't bother me. I guess that's where the peace comes from. ... Of course, much of that is just posturing. Probably because some things are too painful to think about and feel, so the option of feeling nothing is comfortable alternative.
"The winter here is cold, and bitter. It's chilled us to the bone. I haven't seen the sun for weeks, too long, too far from home. I feel just like I'm sinking, and I claw for solid ground. I'm pulled down by the undertow. I never thought I could feel so low. Through all the darkness I feel like letting go."
That's actually true. At first I would have argued the part about knowing some kind of peace. But when I thought about it, my personal absolute lack of passion in any form is somewhat peaceful. Nothing bothers me, nothing excites me. There's just nothing. I can't argue with the hollow, empty part. But it also doesn't really matter, because the void of life that began as ambivalence and now is just a vacuum means that being hollow and empty doesn't bother me. I guess that's where the peace comes from. ... Of course, much of that is just posturing. Probably because some things are too painful to think about and feel, so the option of feeling nothing is comfortable alternative.
"The winter here is cold, and bitter. It's chilled us to the bone. I haven't seen the sun for weeks, too long, too far from home. I feel just like I'm sinking, and I claw for solid ground. I'm pulled down by the undertow. I never thought I could feel so low. Through all the darkness I feel like letting go."