“Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion” - taken from Fashion by Jon Bellion

For months I had listened and believed the line was “…we all need passion.” If I am honest, I was never the best with lyrics. Long Island’s radio station 92.3 always got me beat. Do not even get me started with those late nights in my friends’ dorm rooms. Anyway, I had loved Jon Bellion for his accuracy because I lived in such a way. I lived passionately. I was mistaken.

Wait. No, I apologize. Jon Bellion is mistaken.

Why not passion? Why could the song not have been about passion?

I crave passion. I have it, and I could not feel more privileged. As I type this very article I can feel the warmth in my chest and the energy running through my fingers. Passion. But what good is it? Many people do not have passion. Their lack of passion leads to misunderstanding, leads to neglect, leads to mistreatment. Many people cannot feel… sometimes. They cannot feel the heat that is passion stirring within the chest. They cannot feel the pulse in the fingertips as desires become actions.

“Baby, that we all want, we all need [passion… or at least I do.]”

Wait. No, I apologize. I am mistaken.

I crave fashion, too. What is fashion? Clothing? Aesthetic? Yes, but no; fashion is “a manner of doing something” (thank you dictionary.com).Style. We all need style. We all need something to call our own. The manner in which your heart flutters as you find passion. The way in which your nerves pulse as you put your energy into something worth both you and your time. With passion, there is style.

I guess fashion is pretty great too. For example, it is painted here on this page: my writing style. My style is not your style. It is mine. Similarly, our passions do not align. My passion is my own.

Sorry, Jon Bellion, I get it; you have both of these terms. But I still prefer passion. I might be biased, but that is just my fashion.