I'm cursed with the gift of foresight.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Fear is the mother of foresight.
My years with failing vision have prompted me to learn about the nature of the eye and the incredible gift of sight, which I had always taken for granted until it began to slip away.
I was blessed with a gift. It's a gift and a curse. It never ends.
Fate has blessed me.
I have been blessed to see visions of eternity; and events in my future that have been important for me to foresee, have been revealed to me.
Well, you give me too much credit for foresight and planning. I haven't got a clue what the hell I'm doing.
It's not really a curse or anything that you're blind; it's really a blessing.
Foresight turns out to be a critical adaptive strategy for times of great stress.
There's no possibility that foresight work will ruin my creativity. It goes to a different area than the creative wellspring of SF.
Forethought we may have, undoubtedly, but not foresight.