It’s as if inside each of us there lives a little hunter for new sensations, who always wants something fresh, bright and unexpected. And when this novelty disappears, the heart begins to beat more quietly, and the world seems less bright.

It seems to me that passion is not just a fire that flares up and goes out. It’s more like a living organism that needs to be fed and taken care of, otherwise it will simply die. But what if we forget to do it? Or stop wanting to? Or maybe we just don’t know how? Sometimes it seems that all the films and books romanticize this fire too much, showing only a storm of emotions at the very beginning, and then they close the lid — and that’s it, passion has become some kind of unattainable dream.

But I wonder if we are just too quick to write off everything when passion changes. Instead of being afraid that it is not there, we can learn to see it in simple things: in a look, in a touch, in a joke that no one else will understand. But then the question is - are we ready to remain attentive to it? Are we ready to notice these small sparks that, if not extinguished, can turn into a real fire? 🔥

It is often said that over the years, love becomes a habit, and passion disappears. But why then can some couples look at each other with the same fire after many years as at the very beginning? Maybe it is not magic or a happy accident, but the result of the fact that they do not stop investing in each other? And if so, then why do many just give up? Are they afraid of it or are they just lazy?

I understand that there is another side - the eternal search for something new, fresh, bright. This is also a kind of addiction. Novelty gives a boost, makes the heart beat faster, gives emotions that are impossible to fake. But what if in this race we lose the main thing? After all, it is impossible to live your whole life on adrenaline, like after the first meeting or the first kiss. Eventually, this adrenaline goes away, and another force must take its place - the force of trust, understanding and true closeness.

And so I think - how to find this line? How not to lose the desire to surprise and be surprised, but at the same time not rush from one new feeling to another? Maybe passion is not only fire, but also a warm light that warms and does not burn? And if it becomes calmer, this does not mean that it does not exist. It just changed, was reborn into something deeper.

I want to believe that passion is not only falling in love and crazy impulses, but also the ability to live next to someone without losing yourself and your emotions. Maybe it's not about burning with new strength every day, but about sometimes lighting small candles that shine in the dark. 🕯

Ultimately, it seems to me that passion is a choice. A choice to keep searching, to discover, and not to be afraid to be vulnerable. A choice not to run away for new sensations, but to stay and do what gives warmth and joy. Because otherwise, no matter how much the novelty attracts, without the ability to appreciate and preserve what is already there, this fire simply will not survive.

And what do you think - is it possible to learn to maintain passion for a long time or is it just luck? Or maybe it is still the inner work of everyone who is around? I am really interested to hear your thoughts 😊

Valeria