A Retelling of Life

World Cup Passion

I remember a time when I was passionate about the world. I didn’t care if I failed or succeeded, I loved greatly. Now, I’ve become a passive person. I let life happen around me. There’s no idea that I particularly care about anymore, there aren’t any good fights left in me anymore.

That’s why I cry while watching World Cup games. The passion overwhelms me. I reminisce to a time when I could feel my blood surge, where the nuances of life filled me with wonderment. I am no longer that wide eyed excitable child. Bless me Lord that I may find my passion again. Amen.
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