Passion and enthusiasm make things possible, not easy. Without ambition, one starts nothing. Without work, one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it. Pound that pavement. If not you, who? (at Pioneer Square)
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir - open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us - guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion - we’d be truly dead.