“The hunter within me does not seek another; I hunt myself, for the forest I must conquer is my own sorrow.” Reflection I do not aim my arrows outward. I see myself as a traveler in the forest of life, where the densest thicket is within me. To walk this path, I must hunt my own sorrow, for only by piercing the illusions inside can the wilderness be transformed into a garden. The question stands before me like a challenge: if I must be a hunter, who shall be my prey? I see myself as an archer who always strikes the target, yet I never think of aiming at another.…