Life. There’s only one right way to live it I have found. 100% all heart all the way in and that means every little last thing you do in life.
Kiss a girl – like it’s your last chance to kiss anyone. Dance around the living room with your daughter – like she is going to be gone and married tomorrow. Work like you are up for promotion – even when nobody is looking.
It took me over three decades, almost four, for this realization to come true. There is no happy in half-ass. It doesn’t exist. Barely do something and it’s about as rewarding as failing.
Sometimes that passion gets me caught up in a sticky situation but I would do it all the same. At least I tried.
And in bed, bring your heart into it. Passion. Eat that pussy like you fucking mean it. Aggressive. No tongue tap-tap shit. Bury your face in that little princess and every time she bucks and moves you better shake hands with your male ego and vindicate yourself.
Fuck her. Deep. Hard. Powerful. Thumb that clit and make her kick and thank heaven she fucking finally found you.
Anger is a beautiful emotion I’ve found. Not in the “go fetch me a sandwich, bitch” type of anger. No. That’s for cowards. No. Anger in the slap that face and stare in her eyes and powerfuck her little swollen parts until she falls on the ground and needs five minutes before she gets up. That kind.
Passion. Live with it. Or you might as well call it in.