I cried on the walk home from my performance tonight from pure happiness. I realized how happy and blessed I am to be living in this city doing something I love with people who feel the same. I have only felt this way twice in my life before. Tonight and about a year and a half ago after my cast performed for the first time in front of an audience. This passion is far greater than any love I have had for a person, which is why it is so extraordinary. In my dreams, I have seen this passion devour me, like the way the ocean devours the sun at nightfall. I became absorbed into a world of false illusions of what life should or shouldn’t be like, I forgot what reality actually is. I forgot the faces, the homes, and the tastes which once drove the passion, and as the ocean slowly fades from bright oranges to fluorscent pinks to deep purples to twilight, I began to descend to this dimness. This darkness, this haunting righteousness is what I fear from passion, but what’s love without the consequences?