Have you ever wondered what makes people do certain things? I know I have! Some people might think a person is under the influence of the devil when they do something bold, but I think it’s perfectly human!
I know people believe in God and angels, because they pray to them all the time, even if they don’t believe in the devil, so it makes me wonder. Is there really a character that taps into our dark side called the devil?
What is a dark side anyway? A side we keep hidden? A part of ourselves that we explore when no one is looking? Is it a darkness within us that we are afraid others might see and head for the hills?
Honestly, I don’t know. I think we all have an angel and devil within us. Whatever the situation calls for, we either bring forward the angel within us, or the devil that wants to unleash its wrath.
To be real, Lucifer was an angel to start with.
I think we are all angels, just like Lucifer was. Until someone does us wrong or does us dirty. The devil inside might rear its ugly head and the other person wishes he/she never crossed our path at all.
But is it really an ugly head? I mean, if you watch the show, Lucifer, he’s pretty darn handsome! Why is it we think of our wants, desires or needs as ugly? Aren’t they perfectly natural?
I’m watching my oldest son’s dog now. He’s cute as can be; angelic almost. A pound dog that he rescued ( I taught him well), who was brought from a dumpster in Mississippi to a shelter in Connecticut where the good soul known as my son, adopted him.
Having this little angel here has been enlightening. I’ve realized I’ve moved far beyond the baby phase in my life and only want peace and quiet. I like a clean house, things where I left them and in one piece (not chewed to bits all over my kitchen). I like a yard without dog poop or my plants being chewed. I like my carpets clean, not smelling like urine. Oh! And I also cherish my sleep, yoga and early morning walks, which are completely non-existent at this point.
Since this little angel arrived, our house is no longer ours. It’s his. And while I do enjoy buying him toys, treats, beds and coats (I bought the cutest pea coat today!), I’m ready for the little arshole to leave!
Today he chewed a box of tissues, bit through a conditioner bottle and pissed on my carpet after he was outside for 20 minutes frolicking in my yard. In short, he’s el diablo.
Around 7 pm tonight he will get rowdy, restless and crash on a chair next to me and look like heaven just sent him to us. I’ll put him to bed and he will sleep until he gets up and does this all over again.
The moral of this story is, we are all devils. It’s fun being one! The angel? Sure, they’re sweet and all, but come on! Who has the most fun? Mark Twain said it best: “Go to heaven for the climate, hell for the company.”
I don’t know about you, but I prefer company, which is getting harder and harder to come by these days. I have a certain criteria that seems to be non-existent. Where did all the fun, intelligent, and authentic people go?
Come to think of it, it’s probably why me and this little guy get along so well!
Invite your devil out to play! The angel is boring. Just don’t chew tissues, plants or pee on someone’s carpet!