A mere affection for life left me desperately watching from the edge of the dance floor. Too afraid to shake it till I drop and too proud to admit it. I tried to quiet the hunger gnawing at my thoughts but it wouldn’t be quiet. “I WANT TO LIVE,” it screamed. The hunger whispered and cajoled a relentless cry for true freedom. I cracked the cell door just a bit and it sprang out never to be shut down again. Dancing with fury is my greatest joy and greatest sorrow. Safe and small won’t do anymore I want to live. Pain, sorrow, and joy or the numb embrace of fear. I choose life unhindered. I love my wife so deeply it scares me sometimes. I am also passionate about my faith and pushing for freedom from the barriers that I have created that hold me back. I know a lot of you are probably passionite about music, learning and all sorts of things. So, what is your passion? Should I be more passionite about spelling?