Passion.......such a simple word. A small word. We use it everyday in insignificant sentences.

And yet......such a large word.

I miss passion. The kind of passion that sweeps you of your feet. The kind that would make one change a life. The kind that breaks barriers, and makes songs, and paintings and music and works or art.

The kind that breaks your heart forever and ever. The kind that you remember when you are old. The kind that transforms the grey curtain of everyday life into the colourful true world.

The kind that inspired Da Vinci and Verdi and Puccini and Keats.

Passion. A small and insignificant word.

I realise now how long it has been since I have felt it in my very soul. And I miss it so very much.

As Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel said :

"Nothing great in the world has been achieved without passion"

And Federico Fellini :

"There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the passion of life"

And for those who say that passion is to be controlled, or feared I answer with the word of D.H Lawrence:

"Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot."

As for those who say are reasonable, who say are governed only by reason Francois de la Rochefoucauld says :

"If we resist our passions, it is more through their weakness than from our strength"

And at last, even though not my favourite when it comes to philosophy, Bertrand Russel describes me :

"Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind."