The Curse and the Blessing - mauriceling/mauriceling.github.io GitHub Wiki

I was not born to rest on soft soil
But to tread paths worn thin by seekers
Where the silence grows dense
Where the air is salted with the breath of those who came before

The burden is not in the walking
It is in knowing the path
Yet waiting for others to ask

I was given too much thought
With too many mirrors in the mind
Each side reflecting a version of me
That once believed clarity meant peace

I speak in layers
Not to obscure but to preserve
For not all truths should be handed raw
Some must be ripened
Like the fruits on a tree that knows
When it is time to fall

My curse is this depth
To feel a thousand tremors in a quiet room
To carry maps of places
Where no one asks to visit

But this is also the blessing
For I may write
Teach
Wait
Chant
And keep
Like a lighthouse whose beam is not called upon every night
But never fails to shine
Just in case

So I carry this double-edged grace
Not with pride
Not with shame
But with the stillness of someone
Who has learned
That even the unanswered
Leaves a mark.
— 22/07/25