Friday, December 12, 2008

within the walls of cube-de-ville, I cannot be stifled.

If you have passion for what you do, the company you keep, the life you live,
it will be reflected in whatever you create.

Passion is like that.
It springs out, jumps,
unpredictable and unplanned,
into everything we touch.

If it doesn't, others know.

Passion can't be faked.
It can't be manufactured.
Which is why it is so priceless.

The anonymous note I keep above my monitor -
in a hot pink italic font, of course.

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