Passion

Everyone has that one thing that makes them complete and makes life worth living. Everyone has a passion, whether it be a hobby, a person, or a way of life. Some have more than one thing that completes them. Take me for instance, my best friends make my life so much better because I have other people that I can talk to that truly understand me and will never judge or hurt me. I also have my art, which consists of photography, drawing, writing, poetry, and music. Photography is how I capture the world. It lets me show other people what I see and how I see. To me, there is nothing more breathtaking than a gorgeous photograph that shows a piece of the artist's soul. Drawing is something I just do for fun. To be honest, I am not that great. I can't even draw faces! But sketching centers me. I have to forget everything that's going on around me and focus on what I'm doing at that exact moment. Writing and poetry help me express all of the emotions that are bubbling up inside of me and dying to be shown. If I kept everything bottled up without some kind of outlet, I would literally explode or go completely crazy. Writing cleanses me and helps me sort through everything I'm feeling. It also shows how much I've grown over the years. When I read some of my old poetry from high school, I realize that I have grown as a person and learned to manage feelings and emotions so much better. I also realize that I have broken some pretty destructive habits. Music just makes me happy. I love to sing and sometimes catch myself singing without realizing it. When I sing, the anger and sadness just drains out of me. It's a release just like my writing. Another passion that I forgot to mention is reading. I lose myself in books. Books are how I explore other worlds and escape my own life. I could almost describe the characters in my favorite books as beloved friends. I know how they would respond to situations, but sometimes they still surprise me. Whenever I finish a book series, I have mixed emotions. I'm glad to know how everything turned out, but I have a sense of loss. I have to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes.