Inside me, demons awaken, while angels slumber. How do I distinguish between them amidst the myriad of shades before me? My color blindness doesn’t impede me; even with clairvoyance, I’d remain uncertain. The line separating them is blurred, yet I strive to understand. I long to know my path and purpose. But just as I reach out to them, they vanish. Both angels and demons rest in silence. Whom should I rouse? Fear arises: what if I choose incorrectly? My mind’s maze is daunting. Once, I believed I was the issue. But with every conversation, every line I pen, I realize that some questions remain unanswered. It’s the human condition.
There are learners and inquisitors, evangelists and mentors. Yet, in essence, we are identical. Epiphanies are tantalizing; like apparitions, they elude our grasp. They seem tangible from afar but dissolve upon approach, akin to a rainbow promising unreachable treasures. Tragically, our perceptions aren’t different, though our egos might suggest otherwise. Some chase these visions, lamenting when they fade. Others merely observe, or approach, scrutinize, and presume knowledge. But in the end, we share the same struggle: distinguishing angel from demon, discerning illusion from reality.
Our moments of revelation are not exclusive. All of us have harbored thoughts with the potential to revolutionize. Yet discerning between genuine insights, repeated ideas, and falsehoods is transient. So, what’s our move? What’s at stake? Is it wrong to voice clichés? To err in our proclamations? To endeavor to reshape our world? No. The true transgression lies in not acknowledging our mistakes.
Embrace humility, for it is your ally, your gentle guide. True, art often releases the narcissists — those so self-absorbed they think they understand these ephemeral apparitions. However, it is the humble’s responsibility to manifest and express, for they are the ones who admit their errors. And with each admission, we inch closer to deciphering these phantoms.
What are these phantoms? Angels or demons? Which should I stir? Choose one; there’s no true peril. Yet, once it’s alert, if it threatens, you must shout out to the world of your discovery. As we identify the benevolent and malevolent, we simplify the universe. We can exhale deeply, reveling in newfound clarity. But it’s a collective effort. Side by side, the modest must march. Their journey, akin to the narcissists’ in bravery, is unique in its purposeful pace towards distinguishing right from wrong.