passion

something to grasp might be in the near future. perhaps something to hold within your hands. or maybe something to have as a memory, an experience or something to cherish. maybe an accomplishment or a goal achieved. a milestone. progress, movement. action. passion. there's an immense. perhaps colossal. mucho grande. passion within people. it's the driving force for many. i have passion in many things, and if i don't i try to have passion for it. if it exists and it's out there, there's probably some way to enjoy it, possibly regardless of what it may be. my personal goal is to try as many things as i can within the boundaries of what exists and is available to me. i do enjoy the action of looking for things as well though. that's kind of what passion could be, in a sense. if you wait for things to come to you, they very well could, but if you have something in your mind and you try to eventually come to some form of action in order to get to that thing that you are imagining, well, that's a huge step within itself. put yourself out there, try to move as forward as you can and don't pump the brakes so much. let yourself roll in neutral if you need to, but as soon as you feel yourself going backwards, stop and take as much time as you need, but put yourself back into gear and get going. this time you'll be even closer because you will have moved further ahead. now just keep pushing and eventually you'll get there. growing pains are real, totally real, but you know they don't have to be so bad. the only part that i personally disliked was physical pains. bruises, scrapes, muscle fatigue, restlessness and fear of missing out on everything that's happening, along with fairly consistent disassociation along with existential dread. that's kind of the game though. you work really hard at something and perhaps sometime you question yourself and everything including those around you. i'm not entirely sure if that's "normal" for most people, but i'll tell you this much, it itself proves also to be a driving force within my consciousness, as does almost everything seemingly does. if there's anything i can do, it's for myself and for others. others before me obviously, because i've already helped myself enough to a point where my mind is fairly stable. the only thing left is for me to give myself to something. whatever comes my way and whatever i choose to inch towards.