The Devil as Angel — Part 2
Life doesn’t run with idioms, it’s we humans to frame those. The misery of a man is not just limited to feeling the rash of an Angel hurting you as a devil, it’s also the acknowledgment of the truth that a devil might have loved you just the way an angel does. One thing that the framer of idioms might never forget is both the angel and devil have a heart.
To ever say “Devil as Angel” isn’t just holding the devilish part of the one who does wrong and accounting only the devil for wrong might prove half done because it’s unforgettable the good the devil did being dressed as an Angel.
For someone devoid of love, even a devil forgets its nature to be truthful for a split second and decides to wear the dress of Angel in his heart might be inescapable to your conscience. It’s impossible to forget if anyone on this planet does good for you, even if it might be the same person who later does bad.
Goodness is so hard to find. No ChatGPT or Google can give you the true goodness life has lifelessly saved in the ripples of flowing water. No matter how bad one could be, inside the heart, goodness cannot be forgotten.
The Devil as Angel was not just a condemning word to highlight the bad it also hid the good devil portrayed because the devil once tried to be an Angel.
Who doesn’t wants to be loved? Doesn’t wants to have cared? At the end of the day, if someone gives you his piece of Mind then there is nothing bigger than that piece of invisible. It’s not easy to be good always. To demonstrate the truth is not easy, and when you do that no matter how the nature of truth is, it never fails to remain.
No one can forget being loved, being cared for, being with someone who can hold your hand, being with someone who can feed you your favorite chocolates, remind you in the middle of the night to eat something sweet, to try to be with you when you are worried about a problem, to make sure that you never feel alone and devastated, to sing songs for you, to talk with you late night only to make feel comfortable, to narrate bedtime story for you, to hold your secrets as no one else, to see if you are safe and had your meal, that unflinching attention and care is symbolic of a devil who might try to be an angel, would actually be capable of washing the devil from his soul and wear the attire of angel for eternity. Yet what saves in the heart is only a fogged memory truth of which is so hard to describe, wherein it is hard to differentiate whether was it a Devil or an Angel.
Even if it is Devil and it has done something good for you like no one else it would be half done never acknowledge it, how even a devil tries to be a true Angel.
And there are things about righteousness, about dignity, about principles which cannot be forsaken. There are things you might never be able to tolerate, might be unable to accept. For all the beauty Life has it is not a straightforward set of rules which can ever be applied at one point in time and you can expect the yields to be simple. No one can forget if Devil tries to be A True Angel. Because even a Devil has a heart.
So to know both sides of a coin, it is not just a Devil as an Angel, it is also a Devil who tried to be an Angel, it is also an Angel as a Devil, and for sure for some point back in time, even a true Devil was more beautiful and pure than a real Angel. I think that’s how Life is. And at the end of the day, I feel a heart is very small to save everything, all for itself, it just cannot.
