Tonight Was a Magical Boston Night

So here's the thing, it's okay if you're a little jealous of my life...

I have the best, best friend ever. (shout out soulmate!) and we just had the amazing night. Titled THE Saturday night, as by me. We needed a reason to get dressed. It had passed 2:00 and neither of us had left the building or our pajamas. We had to have some reason to motivate ourselves towards real people clothes. And we had to have some soulmate bonding time (obviously). So we marched our peacoat adorned selves down to Kenmore and hopped right onto the Green Line towards Government Center. Helloooo Boston's North End!

Tonight was a night of firsts for us both. We went to the much acclaimed Mike's pastries and excitedly stood in line wondering if the reviews were accurate and if the wait was worth the goodies (it was). As we got closer to the front we were looking at the cannoli's in awe and practically pressing our faces against the cupcake display. With the strings tied tightly around our pastry goodies and the boxes firmly in our hands we took off to find some real dinner. Because we're in college, and we're adults and adults eat dinner before dessert obviously. Cue the famous Regina's Pizzeria, and another line. Magic was on our side tonight so the wait was minimal as we skipped past larger groups in front of us and sat down to enjoy one of the best pepperoni pizza's I've had and a pitcher of Coke in the perfect and classic pizza shop atmosphere. As we enjoyed our pizza we watched the action of the waiters and smiled as we listened to them speak in their Boston accents about getting something from their Cah and asking where Mahk went. We soaked up the Boston love while sneaking bites of our Mike's cannoli's. 

At this point, we were pretty content with our lives. We had done all this early to avoid crowds and despite the fact that it had been dark for at least an hour, it was only about 5:30. Luckily for us, I have a weird need to go to Urban Outfitter's like...all the time. So off to Faneuil Hall we went! Chrissy had heard that the Christmas tree was up, so we were excited to see that too. I was a little disappointed by the size of said Christmas tree, but we still enjoyed it and took pictures anyway. We moved on and began walking towards Urban until we were suddenly interrupted by all the lights on the trees suddenly turning off. We had a moment of bewilderment until we saw the ACTUAL Faneuil Hall Christmas tree lighting occur before our eyes. We had no idea it was happening and just by coincidence were right there, at that exact moment, on that exact night, facing that exact direction. The lighting was awe inspiring and we were left completely speechless with what had just occurred right before our eyes. What a treat. 

We continued on with our evening and enjoyed all the shops of Faneuil hall before settling down on a bench to listen to Christmas music, enjoy the lights and finally eat our Cannoli's. It seemed as if we chose a good spot, because various random people seemed to be having their own dance shows around us, which was amusing. Obviously we declared that our lives should be a movie, which was confirmed later in the Government Center T stop, while waiting for Green Line B which was experiencing technical difficulties and taking forever to arrive.

Conveniently enough, while we were waiting for the T there was an amazing band playing wonderful covers. They were attractive, they were wearing classy suits and they were singing. Obviously, I fell in love. Upon immediately googling them at home, I discovered they go to Berklee and are all around Boston Boys. They have an album, they're on iTunes and Spotify...basically, they're legit and we just listened to them for fifteen minutes while waiting for the T. I'm obviously listening to them as I write this and I'm obviously going to find them and marry them/be their groupie. (Check them out at Facebook.com/mevsgravity...Zach and Benjamin are my home boys!)

College is about discovering. Discovering yourself, friends, places. Tonight was a great adventure and a great night for all of those things. 

So...Holy Cannoli (Pun Intended)...What a Night!

Passion is Important

Let me tell you this. I don't care who you are or what you believe; I don't care how close we are or if we agree; I don't care if I just met you or have known you forever: I want to see hear the passion in your voice and watch it light the fire in your eyes.

There's a look that people get when they talk about their passion, there's animation on their face and excitement in their voice. Seeing that inspires me. It's not necessarily about what they are saying but it's how they are saying it. I want to have that animation and excitement too, I get excited about the excitement. I want to shout to the world "Look at this person! They are passionate!". There is nothing more honorable, more necessary, more exciting than a passionate person

Fire is the image my mind conjures when the word passion is whispered. It's intense. It consumes you. It overtakes your life. It spreads. It is difficult to extinguish, painful to suppress, and hypnotizing to watch. Fire provides light and spreads warmth. Fire is powerful, and so is passion.

What am I passionate about? I'm passionate about knowledge and learning; about independence and individuality; and I am passionate about passion. These are all things I always want to talk about, things I'm never want to leave my life, things that excite me and things that define who I am. A passion is a strong and barely controllable emotion. To this definition I say "Good". Why should you want to control the kind of enthusiasm, excitement and spirt that are elements in the fire of passion? Passion is what drives this world and I beg you to remember that and plead you to act on it.

By all means, make goals, keep your dreams in mind and take advice from others. Those are great, but they are secondary. More importantly, follow your passion. Follow it to the end. Let it spread to others, let it rise. Let it consume you and light up your world. Let it heat a world that has turned cold. Your passion is a fire that burns from your soul, and no one can extinguish it. It will not be suppressed. Let it burn.

"In each of us there burns a flame of independence that must never be allowed to go out…as long as that exists within us we cannot be destroyed –Bryce Courtenay, Power of One"