He who has Many Gifts yet Desires More.
He with Gifts is kind and patient. He understands that in time, Ice must melt, Rock must crumble to sand (that doesn't mean he accepts this truth--idealism is one of his gifts, too). He can sing, or could, before he let the dust accumulate in his throat. He has a sense of humor and a gift for being serious, but sometimes he wishes for more. He was gifted with a clever mind, but longs for a finer form. He was gifted with the ability to fly, but longs to touch the sun. He is a hazard to himself, seeking perfection in all realms where it can't be found.
He with Gifts secretly desires to be known, loved, remembered. He thinks this will happen if he becomes the best--unforgettable. He fears being alone, forgotten, insignificant. And so He with Gifts is never satisfied. To him, good is mediocre, and excellent is good. He knows that perfect is unattainable. Yet it drives him, that overwhelming desire to control the winds, to escape gravity, to invent dandelions; to be first, best, loudest, longest; to be champion, king, god.
He with Gifts is defined by his desire, his quest to break free of the restrictions imposed on him by his frail human form. Someday, he will be something to someone. Someday, he will find his personal grail that gives his life meaning. Someday, he will realize why he has received an abundance of gifts. And in that realization, perhaps he will find peace.
But I doubt it. He will probably still want more.
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