My passion in life

At first I was on the point of writing about my passion for drawing, coupled with photography and how they affect evolves my life. However, I don't inoculate myself with the thought of becoming a great artist or photographer. No, no, no. It's so delightful to think that you needn't to provide evidence of that you have a knack for these things, to await some appraisal, to chase the fame. It's so simple to engross in something without waiting for a reward.
Although I've been recently the thought dawned by the thought on me that my passion is not drawing or photography at all, but the principium that lies in both activities - colours. Yes, colours engulf me. I crave for colours. I love every single colour and feel miserable when colours fade. Colours are relish. Colours are life. Whenever you paint, you engross in the intangible beauty of intermingling colours. As a result of the process, a new colour is born.(new colours are created.) Who are you at this particular moment? You are a creator. Have you ever noticed how much blue does our Earth contains? It's amazing, marvellous and enigmatic. Every moment in our lives is coloured in particular colour: red, white, blue, black or more complicated ones: mauve, turquoise, bramble cupcake colour. The most significant ??? is to make our life colourful and not to let it fade.

Emily, have you considered a Chameleon as a pet? )))

I'm not sure what you intended in the last sentence, 'aspect'? 'conclusion'?

Your vocabulary might be the reason for a lack of replies, it is impressive!