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How funny, I'm a tool of purpose without anger.
Being out of passion is like being out of gas. You just see all these things you should be doing but then... nothing happens. No motivation, no interest, just nothing.
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How funny, I'm a tool of purpose without anger.
Being out of passion is like being out of gas. You just see all these things you should be doing but then... nothing happens. No motivation, no interest, just nothing.
Genuine passion is something rare, I've learned the hard way not to confuse anger for it.
Passion to me has felt like a clean, determined, hopeful push. Like im running down a hill with the wind blowing hard at my back. Anger is running up the mountain, against the wind out of compensating defiance, it's less about the objective and more about the indulgence.
It's a pretty gross drug I've became disgusted with and at this point genuinely see it as weak
I am with you, even unto the end of the age
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