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Older, but still passionate

It is subtly frustrating how hard it is to re-start old habits, much less start new ones, as you grow older. 

Older - a word associated with dread, boredom, drudgery, and a general undesirability. 

I never thought about being older in a way that I think of it now, but maybe that's a change that comes with age. I always thought of myself as mellow with a streak of madness. But now, it feels like being older has me losing that streak of madness, that passion.

The passion with which I supported a team, with which I once ran, and which drove me to get where I've come, has been wavering. 

It feels like a candle or a wick that isn't quite in its last throes, but somewhere, it is gasping to find fuel to keep burning.

I'm looking for that ghee to keep the divo burning.

I think being older is associated with your passions becoming latent, your dreams becoming distant.

But it doesn't have to be that way. Optimism shouldn't come with an expiry date, and passions always rise like the air does. 

The fuel is there, the fire still burns, but the winds of distraction keep blowing at it.

Unlike nature, the fuel of your passion, your hopes, and dreams, is as eternal as the flame. Protect it from the wind, and the flame will rise. 


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