I'm here tonight, celebrating Valentine's day and realizing what's missing in life...what I want most in MY life. Not just my life I'm afraid, but in most people's lives. Passion.

Not just any passion. The type of passion that swells up inside of you until you feel like you're going to burst. When you see it, that which stirs all sorts of passion inside your being, you get chills that are hard to explain. You find yourself wanting to talk to all the people around you, hoping they have a similar passion inside them. One which moves people every day. One that, when in its presences reminds them of all the people in their lives who ever experienced it. Of a love that so moved those who experienced it, they'd work two jobs, move from one town to another, just to experience a few moments of it.

Since it is Valentine's Day, I should get back to my night. I had big plans, lots of things lined up to do, but this choice has been better...all curled up in bed, just me, Godiva Choclate Rasberry Truffle ice cream, and that which stirs the passion in my life - old time baseball brought to life in a Field Of Dreams.