intensity - by Isabel - Mind Mine

Someone recently asked me: what’s the one word your friends would use to describe you? I thought about it. Then: hmm, probably intense. I’ve been called intense for as long as I can remember. There have been multiple occasions where within 10 minutes of meeting me, someone has told me “you’re the most intense person I’ve ever met.” Is there something wrong with me? Probably. But I have grown to love my intensity—it’s what makes me me. I figure: we’re all going to die one day, so why not ride life like a fast horse? Being fully transparent, I also have no clue how to rein in my intensity, so it might be one of those things you just learn to love, like an odd birthmark you used to loathe that became your signature feature. Related to this, I’ve been thinking a lot about obsession, relentlessness, and near-unachievable goals. What makes someone able to reach heights others view as impossible? What makes some better suited for pursuits involving a singular focus? The answer seems to be: a

Someone recently asked me: what’s the one word your friends would use to describe you? I thought about it. Then: hmm, probably intense. I’ve been called intense for as long as I can remember. There have been multiple occasions where within 10 minutes of meeting me, someone has told me “you’re the most intense person I’ve ever met.” Is there something wrong with me? Probably. But I have grown to love my intensity—it’s what makes me me. I figure: we’re all going to die one day, so why not ride life like a fast horse? Being fully transparent, I also have no clue how to rein in my intensity, so it