Pray that you're not special.
Pray that you are not the person the world needs.
The life of one who is special will seem like a glamourous road. It will seem like a street laden with your favorite jewels. The world will promise you that because you are special you will receive all that you deserve.
And then you will have dirt kicked in your face. And you will watch their face squirm desperately, longingly away from the very things they asked for, that you preciously carried for them.
The world will remind you that it did not promise that you deserved "good" things.
If you are not special, you are blessed. You have less of a duty to the people but to serve with love happily, thoughtlessly: but the gifted have a duty to the future.
If you are special, you bless yourself. At every avenue that you turn is an experience asking you to carve it out from its stone and shape it into something beautiful. When the sun sets, you only have yourself to thank for keeping your skills sharp enough to complete the task, and you are paid with leftover pieces to lay down as brick to find yourself again.
There are those who have relinquished their gift for a life of servitude. It is the reason why they have the world and yet are not fulfilled.
There are also those who have chosen to pursue the future but refuse to serve, and it is the reason why they see no progression... and both of these struggles combined do not amount to the weight a gifted person in their path must carry.
It is a slow walk, a careful dance, a tantric motion that the gifted take from the moment they open their eyes until they lay back down again, and the world still seems to spin ever faster than they remember. Time itself seems to stand against them as shifting shadows track the overarching sun - there is almost no faith to be found in anything or anyone save themselves.
The gifted drink from their own fountain, draw from their own well. The gifted endure tragedies that the blessed need only cross a bridge to survive, and some consider the crossing a tragedy. The gifted hold scales and balances far too heavy for the blessed to carry, a semblance of justice to an already outdated system waiting to crumble.
The world needs the gifted to hold up the corners of the earth to keep the weight from completely crushing its inhabitants, which the gifted would gladly do if gratitude were a daily routine of the blessed.
Pray that you're not special, if a lack of gratitude would collapse your inner world.
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