Saturday, August 23, 2008

Curse=Blessing?

I have just wondered something to myself.  Do you believe that every curse also comes with a blessing?  For example, The Curse of the Mayan Treasure from Pirates of The Caribbean cursed those who stole from the Mayan's an eternal pain.  Though they may be immortal and invulnerable, they could never slate their lust for food or for the pleasures of the flesh.  They could do what ever they wanted with no penalty, only the eternal pain.

That is what I mean when I say I believe every curse has a blessing laying somewhere within it.  So my question is, what is my blessing?

I have everything I care about taken from me and decimated before my broken, fractured mind.  I thought I could be a writer and I was wrong, I thought I could be a Photographer and I was wrong... and I thought I could be a lover, a soulmate... and I was WRONG.
I destroy everything I care about, that is my curse, so what is my blessing?  Do I even have one? Or is the nature of my curse enough to destroy that ever so precious gift?  Or perhaps I am not meant to know what it is, for if I were ever to know, I would destroy it.  But then, the question is, will I ever be allowed to have this gift?  Will I ever be allowed to use it, or is it so subtle that it really does not matter and thus, I will never know what it is?
Perhaps I am wrong, perhaps there are some curses so fiendish that they cannot offer any blessing, any gifts... They are simply so evil or so simple, they destroy and decimate.
Or perhaps my curse is, in fact, my gift and blessing.  Maybe my purpose on this planet is to be the chaos and the wrench that fujunks up the entire system.

Perhaps I am Chaos and Calamity.  I am Death and Undeath.  I am The End and The Final.  I am never a Beginning and I am never a Hope.  I am the Faith That Dies In Your Soul and The Pain That Lives In Your Hart.  I am Burning and I am Burying.  I Rape Happy and Murder Joy.  I Destroy Normality and I Create Unease.
I am The Fear of Truth
I am The Proof of Reality
I am The Honesty of Shadows
And I am forever The Chaos of Order and Law.

I am That Nothing.

1 comment:

Liz Peterson said...

Emo much?
Though the last part is quite poetic. You should save that.
The funny thing is, everyone else in the world will not want to believe, that you actually believe that.
*shrug* Tomorrow will come, and as long as we aren't dead yet, it might be a happy thing.