I didn’t think I had a passion(激情). I would sit in front of the TV all day, thinking about nothing but the next show.
It was not long ago that I first learned how important having a passion is to life.
On that day I went with my mum to drive my sister to the gym. I was bored. Then, as my mum stopped at a red light, s  on the side of the road caught my eye. It was a man dressed in rags (衣衫褴褛). He was homeless. That didn’t interest me, for I had seen many like him b  .
But in some ways he was d   . This man was not sitting down with a sad expression. He had a radio in his hand and was dancing h    to the music. The radio seemed to be the most precious(珍贵)thing he had.
“ Mum, why does that man have A、radio even thought he’s homeless?” I asked.
“He bought it,” she replied.
“But if he’s homeless, why doesn’t he use the money to buy food or clothes? He w  it on something he doesn’t need.”
“Well, Sarah, sometimes food and clothes aren’t the most important things. We need happiness, too.”
That man must c    enough music to buy a radio instead of food or clothes. I soon realized that happiness is the k   to life.
Without it, there’s nothing to look forward to. A passion gives a person the happiness they need to keep going.