Passion

 

I know it is too late to talk about the word of passion even not everyone agrees with me. And I am not that regret that I have not on the constructive track of it from all the way down in the beginning. Of course it gives me an emotional bump and a furious agony time to time, but I can manage it.

 

I think I have to make a little bit of correction in terms of the definition of passion.

 

Passion is not born with, it is heading to myself with a selective intention. I don't need to find it if it reveals itself like revelation, but for the most part, I'll discover the incidental enthusiasm as I follow the process.

 

I think of the problem in reverse, and the memories of the past that I used to wait for sometimes come to mind. I came to the point where I had to accept that I couldn't get anything in my hands as I expected the next without trying to catch it in the first round.

 

Such a process eventually drives myself from helplessness to the point where it is difficult to escape. And with a similar feeling of desperation, it continues to lead to an unrealistic and poor selection process.

 

The worst case is that if the deviation is prolonged, it would be difficult to go back and much more difficult to take root for a fresh start.

 

Now passion is a mirage and persistence seems like a passion.