Hail to you, the Oversensitive

Dear D,
I am glad you were the first to start our correspondence. I am not good at beginning. As you can see, even replaying appears to be a hard task. You did it the way I wanted it to be like. So... be proud of yourself! It's alive!

Why are we always making the same mistakes, you asked. I am afraid the answer is surprisingly simple. We want them to be made. We want to maintain that the path is right but the circumstances were always unfavourable. We firmly want to believe that in the present case we will not fail... And it may come true. And maybe here lies the beauty.

Or maybe we are just a sum of someone else's experiences, dreams, views... Nothing unexpected would happen. Everything was said, everything was done. And we are just retelling the story. How much our selves are in ourselves? Do you feel it?

Some time ago I found a message, a very intimate salutation. I find it suitable for me and you.

'Hail to you, the Oversensitive
for your tenderheartedness in world’s heartlessness,
for your uncertainty among its certainty,
for that you feel others like your own selves,
infecting yourselves with every pain,
for fear of the world, of its certainty without bottom,
for the need for cleaning up your hands of invisible dirt of earth,
hail to you

Hail to you, the Oversensitive
for your fear of the absurd existence,
and gentleness of concealing of what you see in others,
for being resourceless in ordinary things and the ability to deal with the unusual,
for the transcendental realism and lack of the life realism,
for the non-adaptation to what there is but to what there should be,
for what is endless – unknown – unspoken, hidden within you.

Hail to you, the Oversensitive,
for your creation and ecstasy,
for your grasping friendships, love and fear,
that love could die just before you.

Hail, for your gifts – never used –
(underestimating of your greatness will make it impossible to notice the greatness of those who will come after you),
for that they try to change you instead of following,
that you are cured instead of healing the world,
for your divine power destroyed by animal force,
for the rareness and your paths of solitude,
hail to you, the Oversensitive.'

by Kazimierz Dąbrowski with my incompetent translation.

Forgive me the shortcomings.