All misfortune begins with obsession.
The fear of loss gives birth to obsession,
which then turns into madness
and ultimately destroys everything.
Such is the terror of possession.
I believed I lived detached from the world,
free from desire.
But the moment I discovered the light,
I lost myself.
I wanted to possess that light.
I gave up everything to claim it—
but that was hypocrisy in disguise.
In truth,
I tore away my own fragile shell,
and in the rupture,
I let the darkness in.
Obsession turned my time into hell,
and stained my soul black.
It was something I could have let go.
Why, then, did I hold on so tightly?
I longed to carry the light within me,
but that very desire
was what cast me into the shadows.
Had I simply let the light be—
without trying to seize it—
I too might have been filled with its radiance.
But instead,
I raged to clutch it in my small hands.
And in doing so,
the darkness devoured me.
It blinded my eyes,
deafened my ears,
and stripped me of direction.
Trapped within a deep tunnel,
I wandered—
no longer knowing the way back,
nor the way forward.
Only when I finally emerged from the cave
did I understand:
it had all been an illusion.
And at last,
And finally,
the mirror of the soul asks in return.:
“Was I ever truly sincere?”
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