Self-Reconciliation as Cultivation

When I first 'saw' the trajectory of light, I thought it was a gift. Later, I realized it was a curse. I could hear the heartbeat of the universe, but not my mother's last breath. I could calculate the paths of stars, but not the tears in her eyes. I could touch the boundaries of rules, but not my father's cold hand. Some say I'm a genius. Some say I'm a madman. But only I know—I'm just a youth who wanted to understand the world, only to be torn apart by it.