By a man who never once asked to be forgiven
Even if I’m not worthy of heaven,
I hope I am not deserving of hell either.
I have not claimed light,
nor pretended it danced easily within me.
Is it not enough,
to walk the span of one’s life
with restraint rather than righteousness?
To understand goodness,
but lack the fervor to mimic it?
I have never shattered the stars—
only touched the edges of what they denied me.
If that is a sin,
then perhaps the definition is more fragile than the cosmos we worship.
That’s all I want:
to be not punished
for not being good enough.
Let the gate remain closed—
to paradise and perdition alike.
I will make my peace
on the edge of the world’s indifference.
~TrueMori.
This reflection was inspired by a message I once received: “Even if I’m not worthy of heaven, I hope I am not deserving of hell either.” That line stayed with me. It speaks to a quiet, deeply human hope not for reward, but simply for mercy.
All I’ve ever wanted is not to be punished for failing to be good enough. Not to be condemned for being imperfect. I’m not asking to be seen as righteous or exceptional. Just… to be met with understanding. To exist somewhere in the in-between, where falling short doesn’t mean falling forever.
