Eveybody's changing

The only thing constant in this universe is change. Well apart from death, change is something that we know is going to happen at any time. We expect it. Everything under the sun changes. One of the biggest changes are behaviour in human beings. The people around us. Some people change for the better and some people change for the worst. Change always had an affect on people, whether its is good or bad. Everybody changes, sometimes they just forget to tell us that they have changed.
What do we do when the people that mean the world to us suddenly change? Move on I guess. Its the only way to say that "yeah shit happens, but what are you gonna do about it?" Some people just change overnight and the reason is unknown. No matter how hard you try to find out the reason, you cannot. The person has changed and you probably are not on the same page. You have become different people. Its sad when they change, its even worse when you dont know how to handle the overwhelming change.
But it is a part of life. What kind of life is it when you are living the same everyday?

acquaintance, friend, lover?

You took your coat off and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that
I watched from my window
Always felt I was outside looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see
This is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees
These foolish games are tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart
You were always brilliant in morning
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee
You philosophies on art, Baroque moved you
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar
You'd teach me of honest things
Things that were daring, things that were clean
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you
Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself
These foolish games are tearing me apart
You're tearing me, tearing me, tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart
You took off your coat and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that

Passion

What is life without passion? What is life without individuality? What is individuality without passion? Life is nothing without passion. Life does not exist without individuality. It is dull. Having passion is like breathing air. Being passionate about almost anything that you do, that is life. Even if it is just painting or driving to work. Great passion is like an explosion of energy. Life become powerful and full of energy. Be passionate.