the blessing of a curse

i am cursed and it is in the best of ways. i am cursed with a soul and a heart that is easily moved and affected. the simplest of things can leave me with a neck damp from falling tears. music, art, film, stories. they all encompass me and i become inserted into their notes, words and strokes. i wouldn't trade this curse for anything. i would rather wither away with a heart that pines for my fellow human than to be heartless and selfish and cold.