Passion keeps me alive.

No matter what I do, I do it because I care enough to do it right. I feel such power from caring about the result. When I don’t care I don’t feel any care for my life. I put in what I get in return, such a waste in my eyes to live such a life without passion and purpose.

I want to quit pretty much when I wake up, I understand that and ignore those thoughts now. I’m moving and before I know it I’m at work. When I drag along, I feel my mind drag along and miss what is right in front of me. I try to stay sharp, cutting through the weight I feel pushing me down.

Before I know it I’m home again, I made it thorough the day and see the next coming over the horizon. It never stops until it does, I’m not ready for that just yet. Passion is still pushing me to live so as long as I feel that push I will move forward.