Passion

Passion, why passion? I have many passions in my life, all to varying degrees, but one of them is overpowering and circumvents all else. I cant turn it off or give it up. It just sits there churning, driving, leaving me feeling unfulfilled and dissatisfied. It is hard to sleep and eat because it is always there driving me to do something. Things I know I shouldn't do. Things that drive those closest to me away. Not evil, just illogical and sometimes immoral. Afterwards I think back and the things I have done to satisfy these urges make me sick to my stomach. It is a clever and crafty desire and it hides in waiting until my defenses are down before pouncing on my soul and making me into it's marionette. Why cant passions be like skittles. Little colorful things you can carry in your pockets and give the ones you don't like to your friends that do like them for a few that you like that they have and don't care for. It is too bad we cant choose the things we are passionate over for then Life in its entirety would be simpler.

jim

the marionette