Ariana Huffington encourages people to blog their passions.
My passions have never been easily articulated. Activities that I enjoy immensely can also bring me emotional agony. My only passion is experience - the solid, tangible feeling of "doing something" and deriving sensations and thoughts through that action.
I love to read and write, but not when my mind is preoccupied with longing.
I love to sing, but not when the sound of my own voice makes me cringe with disgust.
I crave attention and affection, but resent it when it's given as a matter of routine.
I love to learn, but can't seem to find any practical use for my knowledge.
Being back from my short trip to New York feels surreal. This is the life I thought I was used to, but it only took a couple of days in a totally different environment to make me feel like a stranger here. I suppose I always felt that way, but didn't allow this awareness to creep into my conscious thoughts. At least in a big, bustling city I can be one among many strangers. Here, I am truly alone.
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6 months ago