I wrote these words the other night after talking to my brother about conflict in artistry...and the never-ending restlessness that comes with it.
To shine a light,
there must be darkness.
To consume by passion,
we must spread like wildfire.
To keep from burning out,
we must burn solid wood,
To start a fire,
we need a little kindling,
For there to be light,
Requires ignition,
To spark the match,
there must be friction,
Passion.
Is it just me, or does the idea of passion being this ever-burning flame in the heart of one who longs to lose everything to find our way in life seem absurd? Passion is a struggle...it's a release and an escape. A journey and a destination. Home and a hotel. Don't mistake it for anything else.
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