live passionately every single day

I’m counting this as done. I’ve thought about it and I do everything in my power to make every day the best it can be. And I do everything with all I have. Work, play, fight, whatever it is. I do everything with a little bit of fire, and I think that would be what I consider to be passion. If I find myself in the future not doing this, of course this will go back on my list, but as far as I can tell, that’s just kind of how I am. I at least feel passion at all points of the day and that’s… well, more than I can say for most people I know.

I guess I meant live with love every day. But I think I want to live passionately. Fight like there’s no tomorrow. Etc. I want to do everything with all I have because no matter what the outcome it’s better that way. And really, I think this is probably the way I just live anyhow. I do everything with all I’ve got because that’s just how I want to do it. But I’m going to leave this up until I decide for sure that’s what’s going on.

Truthfully, I know it’s only been a week so there’s still hope for me. But this week… I’ve lived passionately but not in the good see beauty in things kind of way. More in the fight like the sky will come crashing right down onto me if I were to lose. Which I did a few times, and the world didn’t end…so that leads me to believe it’s possible that it just wasn’t all that importnat. Some things just aren’t worth fighting about. That being said, it’s been full of passion this week. I just wish I could live passionately in a good way every single day.

I want to be able to see the beauty in every place that I am. I find that it is hard to see beauty in places that I don’t want to be, but I have knowledge that this does not make them not beautiful. And I feel as though if I can perhaps find the beauty in such places, I can start to find the beauty in smaller things like cleaning my dishes after I eat even though I’d rather let them sit around and wish they’d clean themselves. And perhaps in seeing beauty in such things I would have more passion for life because I would have a passion for doing even the little things that don’t make my heart feel that little squeeze inside of it telling me that this is beautiful. I’d see beauty in the mundane things that have to be done every day just as a part of living on your own without the money for a maid, hah. And maybe beauty is the start of passion. For, I’ve never had passion for anything I couldn’t find something beautiful about. But that’s the art speaking. There’s something to be said for pretty pretty things. But I find there’s more to be said for finding beauty in “ugly” things. Reminds me of railroad tracks. I’ve always thought railroad tracks were the most beautiful things. I’ve recently found that most people around here don’t agree with me, thinking they’re ugly metal things that make their car bump annoyingly when they go over them. I still, of course, see them as beautiful, and I suppose I hope just to see more things this way. Every day I hope to see more beauty in things.
And this being said, I hope to make more time to DO things. and MAKE things. because that is beautiful.