Julian smiled, a soft, understanding curve of his lips, and reached out to take Leo’s left hand. Maya stepped in closer, mirroring the gesture by lacing her fingers through Leo's right. There, bathed in the soft amber light of the attic, Leo realized that passion didn't have to be narrow or defined. It was a spectrum—vast, bright, and endlessly beautiful.

So, crush on the barista. Write the terrible poetry. Dance in the middle of the club not caring who is watching. Your passion is valid, it is vibrant, and you are just getting started.

Ladson-Billings, G. (1995). But that's just good teaching! The case for culturally relevant pedagogy. Theory into Practice, 34(3), 159-165.