Leaving seems to be the trendy thing to do these days.

An old friend left for Bahrain to pursue her dream of being an air-stewardess. She's contracted to stay there for 2 years, and maybe the soonest we'll get to see her is half a year from now.

Although half of me thought the idea of her leaving to stay in the Middle East is crazy, for a pay that's not exactly what you would call attractive, or prospects that are not potentially sky-high; the other half of me admires her courage to just give it up here and leave at the same time.

It's not that easy to just pack your bags and leave. Sometimes, it may even defy all reason.

Except passion.

The only thing that perseveres at the end of the day is passion.

And I'm still trying to figure out if passion can be cultivated.

I'm still working at it.

I have zero passion for my job but I work at it continually, giving it bursts of passion like periodic jabs at the doctor's.

At other times, I just block out everything and WORK. Yes, I do function like a robot sometimes.

But everyday, I tell myself that I will find a way to get out. Nobody understands the degree of excitement that I crave right now.

And yes, passion can be cultivated.

I know because I'm still doing it for him right now.