Spirits That Wander Among Shadows

We often fear confronting our sorrows. When our souls grow narrow, we try to soothe our selves with faithless shadows. Yet we wish our tears would fall gently, like an April rain, cleansing all the fatigue within us.

But we swallow... and keep walking. Perhaps that is why we so often cannot voice what passes within us. As the poet said:

“I did not speak every word that came to my tongue; I was young, and found my voice rusted by death.^【1】

Instead of listening to the voice within, we choose to lose ourselves in the noisy clutter of the outside world.

We are wounded... and continue to be wounded. For deep inside, we still carry hope.

To set aside the frantic rush of life weighing on our shoulders—to fall silent, to pause, to face ourselves—is difficult. Instead, we mistake hollow shadows for healing. Each time, we place another fragment of ourselves on display.

To understand the value of time... indeed, to value anything at all has become so hard. People who know how many sugars to put in their tea ignore the wounds within them. Perhaps they do not wish to see them.

The shadows grow.

Consumed lives, screens that enslave time, relationships built for the sake of ego... Even a song that plays at an unexpected moment can shatter your heart. Before someone tells you, “You are just like everyone else,” turn back to yourself.

Slow down.

Allow your soul to breathe so you may remember what you have lost.

Say farewell to the shadows that have pulled you away from yourself.

As shadows multiply, people grow alienated from themselves.

And sometimes the deepest fractures occur in the quietest places...