The Devil was once an Angel

In senior year of high school, we had to come up with a six word story that people would either be able to relate to or understand. In which we had to also proceed to label it. Since I was brought back to all the different memories and friendships I've been through, my six word story winded up being a strong one.

The Devil was once an Angel. 

While I understand that the connotation of the six word story is religious. The meaning of my story is not religious at all. To me, it is much more. When you sit down and listen to the story of the Devil, you know that he was angel that was power hungry. Eventually, he got kicked of Heaven and he became Lucifer (or the Devil). *Side note: I could be wrong, that might not be the full story but I am a terrible Catholic so my brain might have failed me.

Funny enough, his story can be applied to our everyday lives. 

I labeled it that in our everyday lives we come across people who we thought we couldn't live without. Who we thought was perfect. Who we thought we could trust, but they turned out to be our worst nightmare, "stabbing" us in the back with our secrets and "perfect" memories (Yes, I was an over dramatic seventeen year old and I still can be an over dramatic person).

Now, I know what you are thinking I was too young to understand what that even means. But was I? Does age have anything to do with understanding? With seeing toxicity, dealing with toxicity? Bullying? Heartbreak? Losing friends?

None of those discriminate against age and neither should you.

We become disillusioned with the people we think we could trust or the people that we think we know. We fall in love with the person that they were and not the person that they will become. Just as time changes throughout the day, so do people. As we grow older more and more starts to happen. We go through things that might not be the best to go through. We see things that make or break us. Sometimes we just out grow the person or they out grow us. We forget that things can happen and harden people. We forget hurt people hurt people, it's a common fact that goes unknown. But we also forget that actions speak louder than words, which should not justify being left in the dust, behind, or treated any less human.

When we start to notice the change, we start to see who they really are and we really start to miss them. It winds up not being fair to us or them. We hold them to a standard that was once there, a standard that they have long outgrown. Although, when you think about it, we don't start to miss them.

We start to miss the idea of them. 

At one point or another, they were our everything, our world. Our memories are flooded with them. The good and the bad ones. Everything they touched, everything they said, everything they've done forever imprinted in our minds. The idea of possibly letting them go has to be the hardest decision we would ever have to make. We don't want to, we think that if we just grasp a little harder maybe, just maybe they will stay. If we glue that piece back, if we glue that piece back it will stay. It won't fall apart. Bringing up the old memories to laugh, cry, talk about, thinking maybe, just maybe it will spark that old connection. That old person, but it's not there. We start to lose ourselves to fix others.

That's the thing though. The Devil doesn't need fixing because he's exactly what he is meant to be. No matter how many ways we twist, bend, and mold the story. The outcome always remains the same. The ending will always be the same. They leave or we leave. The problem isn't that they changed.

No, the problem is that our Devil is someone else's Angel. 

They've become what they needed to become. Outside sources might have played a role, things we can't change. They may take what they know about us and run with it. They may take our worst qualities and know how to turn people against you. I had that done to me before. It was an interesting time in my life. Here's the thing, no matter how hard we try, no matter what we say - even if we say what they want to hear, won't change anything.

Some people just can't be saved, no matter how hard we try. Some people need to walk out of our lives. Our hearts will break and we will miss them. Life will be hard at first, it's not going to be fun. we are going to want to pick up that phone and call them. We are going to want to make sure that they know we are always there. Stop. Think. Breathe. It will be okay, even if at times it seems like it won't be.

You needed to kick them out of your Heaven. Or you needed them to leave your Heaven. You need to take the time to heal. Don't get mad at the happy memories, enjoy them. Don't give up, Lucifer was not meant to be saved. Allow yourself to see your worth once again. Allow yourself to see the world in just more than black and white. Maybe in the end it's not what you wanted but at least you can say you tried. You did everything you can because remember the Devil was once and Angel. He will manipulate you to get what he want at the end of the day but you saw over that. You saw that. Remember you are strong.

You must let the storm pass before you can smile and breathe again. Give it time.

Sippin' Pretty, Sippin' Strong

Moli