Pandora (a post for Anna)

Pandora.
She and I have alot in common.
She looked too.

She was different from the rest. Special.
While they all laughed and played, she looked for some greater purpose to it all. She wanted to be more than just happy. She wanted depth to a non-dimensional existence.
So she looked.

She lost everything with that one look. Happiness no longer embraced the world. Through the box came troubles and pain and heartache. She lost her only friend. And she lost her chance to go back and forget it all and be non-dimensionally happy again.

Alot of people hear the story and they blame her. "If she weren't so curious, it would've been fine. She deserved what she got. Instead of good, she brought more bad."

But she got what she wanted. Through the sadness and pain she brought to the world, her happiness found depth. Through bringing troubles, she found something to fight against, she found purpose in her life.

And I, for one, am glad she looked.
Should I ever adopt a little girl, or at least a poor, most likely short-lived, hamster, I hope they'll be the same way. Always curious, always wanting something more. Always wanting sadness to make the happiness mean something more. If I ever do, I will name her
Pandora.