Love of Lights

I've been thinking lately about passion. I've been thinking I need a passion. But what is passion and what does it take to have one? I often find myself thinking, "I want to fall in love with someone again; I want that fiery feeling, that thought-consuming sensation that is related to someone who has swept you off your metaphorical feet", but on more careful contemplation, I think perhaps I actually seek passion in general. With love, you become passionate about some body , but passion can be about things and activities and topics. What is a passion? Is passion that fiery, all-consuming sensation that one feels as in love? Maybe, maybe not. I would like to see passion as dedication squared. Like obsession, but minus the negativity of that phenomenon. If this is what passion is, then the fiery, all-consuming sensation need not necessarily be there, because dedication can be about discipline instead of about inspiration. I would like to see passion as based on ded...

I am 20 years old and black. None of  those facts define me in an essentialistic way, but they do make up parts of  who I am. The only essential is the "I", the me, the individual. The rest is happen-stance. I am 20, so I am youthful. I have all of life before me: opportunities, ambitions, excitements. Potentiality surrounds me in abundance and I bear the tools of actuality, ready to turn what might be into what is . The only 3 things I need are confidence, perseverance, and a philosophy of wisdom. I am black, which makes me a swarthy negro.  No literature tells of my beauty.  Nobody recognises it. I must perfect  my own imagine should I hope anybody notice it. I can't  rest on luscious locks and pale, fair skin. I am rough haired, smooth of dark chocolate skin, a creature of the earth more than the heavens. I am  easily despised by a culture that looks upwards instead of forwards, down, and around. They seek the whiteness of clouds and see in me...