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My father said the other day with a sad smile his calloused fingers ran through my hair, "You feel too deeply: it is both a blessing and a curse." "Blessing?" I inquired. He had no answer. His hand gently provided more weight and suddenly I knew. It is not a blessing to be different from the majority from pragmatic individuals who superficially skim over events --that hurt, injure, sadden-- me. No; it is a curse.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
falling deeply
My father said the other day with a sad smile his calloused fingers ran through my hair, "You feel too deeply: it is both a blessing and a curse." "Blessing?" I inquired. He had no answer. His hand gently provided more weight and suddenly I knew. It is not a blessing to be different from the majority from pragmatic individuals who superficially skim over events --that hurt, injure, sadden-- me. No; it is a curse.
Listening to this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vzx1ZXdAkUc I adore instrumental music. They are so relaxing and wonderful to listen to.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
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