Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.

I wish I could say that I created this statement, but I didn't. First of all, it wouldn't be fair, secondly would you want to argue with him?

But he's got a point here, hasn't he... I would even dare to say that this is true for everyone; the lucky bit of the world's population knows this for a fact already, the rest of us just have to take off those oh so useful but "killing you softly" dark glasses and have the guts to look at the world, your world, and dare to say "Hi, this is me!".

I also wish I could say this out of experience, but every single time I got blinded by the light, I ever so quick grabbed those glasses again to feel the safety of coverage.

'Cause that's exactly what you do. You cover up yourself and think that image of you represents your being. What a lie. Not only towards the world, but mostly towards yourself.

Deep down you feel your passion, how you really want to be, hidden, covered up. You think that it will be safe there, but it screams at you and one day, the screaming gets so loud that you can no longer ignore it. And you should feel so lucky that you weren't deaf for that, for it is probably the most important event that ever happened in your life.

It screams for a reason, it wants you to be You.

Now, I'm gonna be honest: I am certainly not the most easy person when it comes to listening while somebody is actually telling me what to do. But hey, this is me right, that screaming voice is my own, so why not give it a go and hear what it has to say?
What happens next might be a huge discussion, an overheated conversation between several parties in a very important board meeting, a matter of life and death. And no matter how hard you try to argue with their opinions, you fail because you know: they are right. And then it finally hits you. All that arguing, all those rows inside, they mean nothing more (and certainly nothing less!) than coming to terms with yourself. Because all those opinions, they were actually your own. And all the facts you used to fight them of with, were build on fear, pure fear. Fear grown out of experiences maybe, experiences you used to teach yourself a negative lesson. But what if you use those same experiences to turn into something positive?

I think it will be the moment that you have lost your dark glasses, and they are never to be found again.

Easier said then done, I know. But that same screaming voice inside me, tells me it's worth it.
So here I am, looking at the world, with tears streaming down my face because the bright lights hurt my eyes.
But knowing that once you get used to it, you don't want to go back.


(that, plus the fact that I haven't got a clue where the ..... I left those damned glasses)

J