Passion.

Passion is not something that can, in my mind, be defined in a simple term. Passion is an emotion like love, it encompasses so many different feelings that explaining it easily does it no justice. I have been thinking about passion a lot these last couple days. Passion in myself and how I see it in other people. So that's what I'm here for today, to let you see passion how I see it. Full, heavy, alive and loving.

I was looking through some pictures that my friend had taken a few months ago for a wedding. I started talking to her about it, asking her questions. Not only about her camera but about the people she was working with. The way her eyes lit up with love and the way she looked, you could tell that this is what she wanted to do with her whole life. It was the passion she had for capturing the moment. And while letting her explain all the details, I was filled with joy because it was radiating off of her... And it reminded me of someone else.

Another friend of mine, someone who is totally living for God. (I have a lot of friends like this, but one stuck out in my mine) He has been following his dreams for so long, pushing to get to where he is going. And he is doing amazing! Every time I see him, he looks better. He looks more like himself. He speaks about his life now and he loves every past of it. Because he has a burning passion for God.

For two important people in my life, it's music. No matter what is going on in their lives, they turn to music. Singing, playing guitars and just letting go by writing. I am in awe of them. The passion they have that they hold on to. Something that they work on because being "okay" isn't enough for them. They have a drive. And when they get into a moment, a song, you can see the glow in their eyes.

Right now... My passion is baking. I have been nonstop for a few weeks now. Trying different things, putting my spin on a recipe I found. I can't get enough of it. Maybe it's because it has a creative pull on me. Maybe because I get to share what I make with people I love. It draws me in and I have been told that I look happy there.

Passion is something that is also shared between people. I remember a few summers ago, my best friend and I were never apart. She was my whole world and the reason I was alive. She and I had a passion for living every single day to the fullest. And to this day, you get us together, and the passion is still there. As strong as ever. This last summer there was a passion between a boy and I. Something strong and real. Something that pulled us together and made us learn about life. We had an amazing life together. Passion never really dies. Sometimes it gets pushed aside for healing to take place, sometimes it gets forgotten. But passion keeps us alive. Keeps us moving.

So to passion. To love. To life. And to finding the thing that makes you feel like you have a reason for being here. Look to your best friend. Your family. Your love. To a loving passion that never dies.