Water
July 10, 2003

I have decided that I absolutely love water.

I love going to the lake and riding in the pontoon boat. Laying on the leather seat with the sun warming my body, the constant hum of the engine puts me to sleep. I love how the wind runs its fingers through my hair and ripples my shirt. Sometimes, I'll put my arms over the side, and the water will spray me. However, I love how the bass boat is so close to the water. When it turns, I can just lean back ever so slightly and fall in (although I won't for safety's sake). It feels like you're moving as the boat instead of just a passenger in one. I love how the waverunner flies through the air. I look for a speedboat with the biggest wake and head for it as fast as I dare. The rush... the jump... it's all wonderful.

I say this because you don't find many people who find that sort of joy (passion even) in something so simple. I do, and it always amazes me. I've met some people that have found it, or have seen it on someone's face on occasion, but it's so rare. My passion is water and anything associated with it. Everyone runs through the rain, but I walk through it. I feel it hit my arms instead. I love that very simple feeling. So you're not at water person, but there must be something you love or how could you live? What is your passion? I want you to find your passion. If you'd like, you can tell me; if not, that's ok. Just think about it.

Lauren's mom even said something along these lines this past summer. She remarked that she could see that inner joy in us (us being a group of friends with Lauren) that is very rare in young people. I guess that is what got me thinking about this, but it's true. People, as a whole, are very unhappy (and usually over such earthly and frivolous things). Why I wonder? Is a person more inclined to be unhappy than happy? Obviously so... I've figured that people are unhappy because they skip the simple things in life (such as rain) that are so magnificent. They only concentrate on the "more pressing" issues in their lives. One day they will realize that it wasn't the "more pressing" issues weren't so pressing at all. So... Go find your passion

I once tried to explain this to a friend of mine in relation to dating. He didn't (and still doesn't, I assume) understand how two people could want to go to a park and look at clouds instead of going to a movie and making out ("getting some" as he so eloquently put it). I guess I went overboard in my explanation. I basically said that the little things in relationships make it more special than just a physical act. I told him that if I saw him I'd try to explain it to him more because it's hard to explain something through instant messaging. I say this, now, because if he reads this, maybe he'll understand what I was attempting to say instead of misinterpreting me and my actions. Although I highly doubt he will read this.

Love,
Lemme