Too much pressure!!! Too much pressure!!!

Contemplating the tone of my previous blog posts and my recent mind set - I couldn't help but wonder (hahaha:) this is so Sex and the City! ) whether this is the way I really want to go.

I mean, when I look at people who don't stress themselves, people who are calm and don't worry about thigs... I see... hmmm... emptiness of some sort.
What has happened to passion?
Is it going to die in me as soon as I stop worrying?
Am I going to become a mental "senior matron" (sorry! )?

Or maybe passion is overrated and we don't really need it, maybe we should be like caracters from "Equilibrium" - decide not to feel too much, to keep ourselves safe from the passion, because with passion come anger, hate and hunger - as well as love and happyness.
I a very confused - and it's very hard for me as I don't believein god (in any form of it) - there is nothing that I could use as a base for my life. Except itself.

So I am wondering - which way is correct?
What should I choose?

Where is the happyness?
Do I want to have it or rather chase it?

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