Once again.

It's been a while since I last posted. Unfortunately I haven't gotten any smarter, so these posts will continue to sound as they have hopefully sounded: like me.

A lot has happened and frankly, this blog doesn't yet deserve the expulsion of my feelings regarding said events. That doesn't mean I won't soon write about these things molding me, it just simply means I cannot write the words that are summed to my emotions.

That being said, there are a few things that I have realized that I can now address without reducing myself to emotional mush.

The idea of passion has been racking my mind lately. As a very spectacle-driven society we often encounter passion that is so misguidedly placed. What I have seen is that the importance of our passion is derived from where we place it in.

It's essentially the concept of the boy who cried wolf: when we weep, moan, and die for every moment we are given, no one pays mind when our lives have been truly shaken.

I work with someone who takes passion to everything he does. (Isn't strange that even though I have just proven the insincerity of flippant passion I still somehow sense value towards "placing passion in everything you do?") Any question must be answered with a stomp and a yell; any confrontation must be met with indignation.

How do I know that he means it?

Women are often blamed for this offense but there can be no doubt men are guilty as well. I'm not too badly ashamed to admit that every showing of "My Dog Skip" brings me to tears. Obviously there is nothing wrong with shedding a tear for an adorable puppy that has grown old, but I feel that the concept is expressed.

There are times when we are saddened, and then there are times when we are sad. I think that once we begin to bring emotions upon ourselves we lose touch with what our heart is. I feel that sadness must be just taken, absorbed and suffered. Those times that we utilize sadness however, are going to do nothing but harm.

This passion I started talking about is something that ties directly into the sadness we feel.

When you must weep, you must weep.

When you hurt, you must hurt.

When you do not need to do these things, refrain for the sake of the times that you have no other option.