The Passion That Burns Clean
Some people will tell you your fire is too much.
Some will say it scorched them.
Some will rewrite ten years of friendship as ash.
But on the mat of an MMA gym, dripping in sweat and doubt, I once told my coach:
“Maybe I need to tone it down.
Control my energy.
Dial back the intensity.”
He shook his head.
“No. Don’t dim your fire.
Anchor it.
Your passion will burn sometimes —
but that fire is also your genius.
In love and in war.
Your heart is open.
Guide your flame from there.”
I’ve learned something lately:
My fire isn’t the problem.
Unspoken truth is.
Delayed resentment is.
Standing too close without saying a word is.
Yes — my passion burns.
Yes — it leaves marks.
And yes — it’s the same fire that protects, creates, loves, and awakens.
I’m not here to shrink.
I’m here to burn clean.