If I could pick a single word to describe my existence, the word would be passion. It’s the smile on my face when I receive a 3-in-1 message from a good friend telling me about how he saw a giraffe on his way to work… It’s the weakness in my knees when I receive bad news; the smile in my eyes when I receive good news. It’s the nausea in my tummy when I’m upset; the loss of focus and appetite and sleep when I’m upset. My entire being functions on my ability to feel things to the utmost; to draw inspiration and energy from them (and them from me sometimes). And it sucks a lot on the days when human beings decide to act like the body parts we keep private (most of us, anyway). But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Which word best describes YOUR existence?