Are you superstitious? Do you believe in magic and witchcraft and whatnot? Well, whatever you believe, let me tell you, curses do exist. And there’s nothing magical or supernatural about them. Let me take you inside the cursed world of the wanderer.
It starts innocently enough, with the simple desire to see the world. Expand your horizons. Have bragging rights with your less urbane friends and ammunition for impressing the opposite sex (“This pastry reminds me of that one cafe in Geneva…”). Then the unexpected happens. The places you see and people you meet affect your heart. At first it’s only joy. Then, when you return home, the curse begins.
The emptiness sets in. Part of your heart is attached to the places you have been, and now that you’ve left them you feel their loss. The void in your soul drags down your existence, and life will never be “back to normal.” You have to go back to the places you’ve been. However, once you return there, the connection has changed. You are still linked to what you’ve experienced, but aren’t a part of it anymore. It’s like visiting a museum of your life’s greatest moments, with everything you ever loved right in front of you, on the other side of the glass.
So you wander again. Every new experience strikes a chord in your heart that you didn’t know existed, and leaves a void you never knew you could feel. And while each time you wander you open more voids, it makes you feel alive. Cease to wander, and you feel yourself slowly dying. So you are left to wander the Earth the rest of your days, always connected and yet distant, always very alive and yet very empty.
And yet, if you had it all to do over again, you wouldn’t change a thing. Even knowing the curse that will dog you for the rest of your years, you would do it all the same. That’s because, way deep down, you know that the curse hasn’t made you less of a person, it has made you more. It has simply expanded your life, your world, yourself, and in the process made you aware of how much bigger the world is than anything you could ever be.
And so you wander, embracing the melancholic euphoria of your empty, expansive existence, knowing in your heart that you need the curse.
Because there is no curse. You are the curse. You became a wanderer when you took your first breath, and the endless void of the unknown will dominate your destiny until you take your last.