Passion goes both ways.

It is hard to love when we are angry. I think in the madness we get desperate for an explanation, but nothing makes sense. The lack of clarity then fuels our frustration and then our anger. We become so perplexed by what is happening and don't know how to make sense of anything. Something as trivial as our choice of footwear becomes a demanding task laced with nihilism. We think, "What difference does it make, I end up in the same place anyway." This moment would linger until we loathe what we have become. In a blink of an eye, an unfathomable amount of time has passed.

If this world ever makes you feel like you lost something that is important to you, I hope you will choose to take all the kindness you have in you and give it to yourself. Because you need your kindness the most, and you deserve all the love and care you can give yourself, especially during those times.