is very funny thing. For me it is usually defined as a passion for (fill in the blank).
I love people, places, things, ideas, ideals and actions. I can name specifics but do you really want to know? The things most dear to me I have spoken about before.
But can you explain love? I can’t. I don’t know why I love one thing (person, place, etc) over another. I can’t tell you why, I just know it to be true.
And when you fall out of love with someone or something, it is just as mysterious. I can’t tell you why someone or something fascinated me to no end just a short time ago and now holds no interest.
But I can tell you this: it is painful to realize that love is gone.
So what is all of the rumination about?
The truth is, I am in a rut. A cycle that I can’t seem to break. And love is the answer.
Finding something to love. So this fall, I am taking a photography class.
It is my new something to love.