But I, being of somewhat sound mind (for the time being),
Know that without such tortures I have faced (and face today)
My personality would have grown dull,
My thoughts would have been created hardly vivid,
And my memories would have been unbeneficial to see.
For a fortunate son would have nothing to teach,
And a lucky man would have nothing to say but brag,
And an all-powerful man would have no struggle to grow upon
And an unearned wage would have never successfully motivated its recipient.
I don’t know who sent me here, or who made me into the mess I am,
Be it God, Allah, an outsider, or myself, But I have full reason to thank this being,
And not just so he/she/it witnesses my gratefulness and rewards it,
I thank whathisface everyday for the circumstances of my past and present (and future),
Not out of hope that I will one day find myself in the gift of heaven,
But out of the knowing that Hell is a gift of its own.