Passionate

I spent decades searching for something I could truly love— something I’d feel passionate about, something that would set me apart from everyone around me. I found things, again and again, but none could fill that tiny empty space in my heart. I tried new paths, but somehow, I always drifted away. I enjoyed exploring many things, yet nothing compares to the one that once clung to my soul— the one my dreams could barely contain, because it already had its perfect place. The one I imagined myself doing through nights and mornings. I thought I would hold on to it, but as usual, I let it go. Not because I didn’t want it, but because it felt too perfect— and impossible to reach.