Never forget that you have to keep the flames burning. Whether of anger or of love or both.
I didn’t think it was easy to pack passion (for anything) away into a little part of my heart and let it remain there. I forgot that it defines me, drives me – cornily, makes me feel like an Arien. I didn’t think it was so easy for me to slip into all these roles where passion, anger, surges of hot emotion have no place. Where I have to think, weigh, calculate without losing my cool, without melting.
Where I should talk instead of scream (which is what I really want to do), where I have to ask instead of accuse (so easy, so gratifying), where I have to stay balanced and basically remember that ”I’m a teenager, it’s my birthright to lose control” doesn’t work anymore.
Because, even if this is who I am meant to be, passionless-and-flameless, I believe John Mayer when he wisely says ”Who says I can’t take time?”