It's inside me that I am, confused, searching for a ray of light.

Why here, where it's so dark? What light could live in this chaos? The roar of my silences frustrates me. I don't want to face that resentment that soaks into my bones.

But I insist, because life pushes me toward them. The pressure of my stubbornness urges me to wriggle free of it. The pain of my suffering drives me to rebel against it. What is all this unease in me, really?

But by wanting to see it clearly, I lose my fear of it. By wanting to resolve it, I dive into it. And when I lose interest in myself and care more about the effort I put into learning, I finally find it. Here is the ray of light.

It was always here, confused, searching for itself.