These words are often used interchangeably, but they are different. Understanding this difference changes everything.

Passion is a hurricane. It is a seething cocktail of hormones, emotions, and obsession. It takes hold suddenly, like a wildfire: bright, blinding, sweeping away everything in its path. In passion, you live life to the max, but always on the edge. It is an addiction, an intoxication, a madness. But, like any storm, it subsides. A hurricane cannot last forever - it either destroys everything or passes, leaving silence in its wake.

Love is the foundation. It comes quietly, like dawn. It is not a shout, but a calm conversation of glances. If passion is a raging flame, then love is the smoldering embers in the fireplace, warming you on long winter evenings. It is not an emotion, but a decision, an action. It's a choice to be there every day, to care, to forgive, to build. It doesn't contain the madness of intoxication, but the deep sobriety of acceptance.

Passion wants to possess. Love wants to give.

It's ideal when a hurricane of passion gradually transforms into a landscape on which to build a solid house of love. But building a house on a hurricane alone is impossible. Seek not only the fire, but also the hearth! Love to all!