Passion.
I love people that are passionate about things. Music, sports, writing, a subject in school, photography etc. It doesn't really matter what to me, but it shows me that there is something more in that persons life. Something they love. When someone has something they love and care about deeply, to me, that means that they have... spirit. That when everything is falling down around them, they can turn to that passion, whatever it may be, and know that it will always be there for them. They can take out their anger, or sadness by participating in whatever it may be.
I have a friend, and he is very passionate about music. I always love talking about music with him because that's the only time when he really reveals his true personality to me. I feel as though when he is talking about music he is letting down all those barriers he builds up against people. I remember (because he doesn't go to my school anymore) that whenever I saw him, he always had headphones in his ears, or they were hanging down from the top of his shirt. I don't think I'd ever seen him without them, and I don't remember, even when we were talking, that he was not listening to a song. He showed me several great songs that upon hearing I went home and downloaded to my ipod. It always warmed my heart that he would try to find music on his ipod that he thought I would like and then show it to me.
He has been playing the piano for several years and I imagine that he's very good. The other day we were texting and I was asking him question after question. I found out that he: writes his own music and lyrics. He sings, and he likes performing in front of people. I asked him what he wrote about and he said just whatever was on his mind. I'm still working on that one, but I'll eventually get it out of him.
He also plays the guitar and the harmonica. I even heard him and his friend's song one day in class and he was playing the banjo for the intro. I must say, it was pretty impressive. I asked him if he might ever show me some of his own music one day, and he said he just might. (YES!).
Anyways, upon thinking about it, I realized that I was passionate about writing. I really am. I love it. I write every single day. I come home and I'll write a poem about my day or just about the way I am feeling. If someone does something to hurt me or my friend or even to make me angry, I'll write about it.
Reading is another passion of mine. It's my escape from the real world. It's my adventure into the world of another person. To see and feel things the way they do. I used to hate books that made me cry, but then I realized that two of my favorite books are indeed two books that made me cry. (When You Reach Me, and If I Stay are their titles. Look them up, they are great.) I've also noticed that I like books than I can relate to. It makes the whole premise of the book seem more real and I can imagine it that much more vividly. Which makes the experience of reading a book much more satisfying, gratifying, and electrifying.
I hope you all can find your passion in life! Once you do, don't ever let it go.
(If you read the picture at the top, it says the same thing as I wrote just above. the "don't ever let it go" part. I actually wrote that before I found that picture. I just thought that was a funny coincidence.)