And Then I Think to Myself

I look out over all the people and I think to myself, "How wonderfully human of them." They all have a belief that sparked hatred, a feeling that sparked love, or an experience that sparked sadness. And all of those thing are their individual passion.

And then I think to myself, " I love them all for their passions." Each of them discovered a passion, which was a seed that grew their personalities.

And then I think to myself, "what is my passion?" I ponder this as I look at them all through my window. All of their passions can be taken back to its seed and put into one of four groups. Anger, despair, happiness, or love.

And then I think to myself, "My passion is love. I love them. I love people!