Maybe it’s not passion, but I’ve been asking myself what loyalty means. Why is it so important that it makes us hang on, even if the arrangement is not serving it’s original purpose? From our favourite clothing, coffee mug, house, to relationships, we’re sticky for what we think we own.

Maybe, inevitably, we develop some level of passion for what we are committed to. That way, we try to fix and improve, postponing the inevitable separation.

So, as I asked myself this question, I could only conclude that maybe, I am passionate about writing this piece right now.