Memories of the Wind.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
P or C?
Passion?
or
Comfort?
Honestly, if someone offers me the chance to play soccer professionally for only a nominal sum, I would probably jump at the chance and ditch the finer luxuries of life that will be unattainable. However, that is a foregone conclusion and that dream is as realistic as witnessing the rise of the sun from the west. Hence, if I am not going to do anything that warrants enough passion, I rather opt for a most comfortable job with the highest payout. Of cause, the ideal scenario is slouching out on a couch and watching my bank account grow, though I am not sure if that is more exciting than looking at wet paint dry.
-_-
Passion does not last you a lifetime, yet we care enough to want to owe it.
And who figures what happens at the end of the day?
Well, I guess I still choose passion then. I adore the element of surprise that it springs on me everyday. I wish to challenge the notion that passion stays no longer than the figment of imagination and watch it go close to eternality as everyday draws to a close.
Forgive me.
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Huh? Forgive what?
*sheepishly* for blogging rubbish again.
Not much content here, it is just the time of the night again.
*rants*
Nite pple.
..so its p..
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