Over time, the curse transforms. It stops being the knife that separates you from your life. It becomes the compass that guides you through it.
We are taught from childhood that dreams are the language of the soul. That to dream is to be alive. That the dreamer is the architect of a future no one else can see. la maldicion de los suenos
You dream of the person you could have become. The brave one. The free one. The one who said "yes" to the risk instead of "no" out of fear. That version of you is so real, so close, you can almost touch them. And then the sun rises, and you are left with the ghost of a parallel life. Over time, the curse transforms
But no one warns you about the curse hidden inside that gift. We are taught from childhood that dreams are
But you will no longer be cursed.
You will still wake up with tears on your pillow some mornings. You will still mourn the worlds your mind creates. That is the price of being a dreamer.