Today I tried the new fragrance, Unforgivable Woman by Sean John. Initially I was in love with it, and then as the day went by, the little cardboard square I had sprayed it on started to make me wrinkle my nose. The novelty of it wore off quickly.
What didn't wear off, and keeps replaying in my head, is the ad slogan, "Life without passion is unforgivable." It is very hard for me to be passionate about my life right now, but no matter how bad it gets, there are those moments, brief though they may be, of sheer passion. It may be when I am driving down the road with the windows rolled down and the breeze in my hair. It may be when that raspy voice of the lead singer from Nicklback comes on the radio and starts singing about being a rockstar...and I rock out with him. It may be when the warm water massages my kneck, my back... and the rest of my body at the end of a hard day's work. It may be when I simply let the Oreo ice cream slide down my trachea...
Zeal, Fire, Passion, Wreckless Abandon! When I die, that is how I want people to remember I lived. Anything less would be unacceptable...unforgivable.
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