Gifted.

Who are you? At least, who do you think you are?

Do you have something you have a passion for that you can't even manage to define, but somehow it's inside you ever since, makes you feel alive?

I came to a realization today.

Indeed, some of us are gifted, born with a special kind of treasure: devotion.

When they attempt to reject, ignore that treasure they are destined to meet a great amount of existential pain.

When they try to move on, live, like any other earthly being, they won't be able to succeed.

Why? A perfect question, answered with a great well, borehole.

They were born to immortalize their treasures, to leave something behind for the next generation of the gifted.

Those among us, were born nor to appreciate the norms or to accept them. Their great purpose was to defy so that they could redefine them, accordingly.

How do they function? By the almighty power of creation.

Relentless.

When you encounter one of those, you'll see true joy of life but you won't recognize their great suffering, pain under the iceberg.

You'll see their ground, not the heat of their agonizing lava.

Their eyes but not the shadows between them.

Their glances, not the insatiable recreational fire in their psyche, spirit.

Their words and never between the ashes they spread, between lines.

You'll see a display but never them.

But acknowledge, they are the ones, in charge of the rotation of your cycle.

They never asked for it, they were solemnly gifted.