Why do you hurt me?

Passion that each of us demonstrates in what he does is very similar to the fingerprint that you leave touching something, is unique and you know who left it. Like a fingerprint, passion distinguishes us, brings with it a series of burdens and honours, some see it as a burden to carry on their shoulders, others as an added value to be shown on the chest as a distinctive sign. Once I could without any hesitation feel part of the second category, today I can say that I am exactly in the middle, loaded as never before but limited at the same time. The weight on my shoulders is tangible and asks loudly to put me aside.