Is it a gift or a curse?

To feel so deeply?

To be moved by the gravity of all that is, all that has been – and all that will be?

Is it a gift or curse?

To seek solace in the paradoxes of life?

Like beauty in pain, and the meaning of happiness through strife?

Is it a gift or curse?

Who can know?

And yet I wonder, if time lingered in space a bit longer, what would show.