Passion, to me.

pas·sion·ate
–adjective
1. having, compelled by, or ruled by intense emotion or strong feeling; fervid
(Taken from Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.)

To me, it is an overwhelming desire that converts a 'want' into a 'need'. An unconditional love for a act or a person. It can be embedded into your character or it can be aroused only in some contexts. But it survives in everyone of us. It breathes, laying dormant within us awaiting an opportunity to rise. And when risen, you see the likes of Mahatma Ghandi and Mother Theresa. When the passion is aroused, nothing else matters but that 'need' which was not too long ago, only a mere 'want'.

But sometimes amidst the light of passion, a certain darkness falls. In this darkness, doubts swirl; Is it worth it? The sacrifices and the loss? Is it necessary to feel so much for something? Would anyone care? How long will this last? Can so much passion 'kill'?

Doubts so powerful, they can weigh you down; burying you, pinning you down. And you lay there with no desire to fight against the odds. You see only the darkness occupy the space that light once stood so proudly.

And one can never escape this fate unless one chooses to. The choice to want to feel the need. The choice to want to feel the light. The belief in the faith in oneself.

Passion is after all a belief. A belief strong enough to convert a 'want' into a 'need'.