Let me just begin that the fact that I was not able to update in any way possible was completely compelling and totally inadequate of me. I apologize. But during the rest of the summer I had realized a lot of curious things. And one of those things is that I probably will never be able to achieve my dream of being a freelance writer and travelling the world with my pocket-sized notebook if I keep myself from practicing the art of writing. One of those practices, I pray, is blogging.

I honestly do not know what to post in this blog, but as I have read from previous articles, blogging is about sharing your niche with others. And by niche I mean passion.

I have a passion, I swear. And that passion is living. I don't have a passion for fashion (but I adore showy clothes and watching models pose their bodies in front of cameras), I don't have a passion for photography (but I adore seeing pictures of lovely sceneries; memories created by some common man that I've barely met), I don't have a passion for food (but I adore the wafting smell of meat and sweets that are presented in front of me; the mere fact that I was able toe satisfy my cravings), and I don't have passion for writing (but I adore and love the idea of writing to my heart's content and expressing my love for anything and everything in words, phrases, or paintings of paragraphs).

But I am passionate about living. The idea of being able to live and the mere fact that if I am not passionate about living then I won't be able to love fashion, food, photography, writing, and all those other unmentioned things I love. It's the very fact that I'm being able to love these things because I'm living.

And living is such a great passion. Really it is.

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