Xon's Mind

What if humans were once angels who fell because of their nature? What if God decided to create a new species, a better version completely different from what humans are now? But what was it that truly made angels angels?

What if those who are born are nothing more than angels that God rejected? What if He decided that birth on Earth was necessary, so He could send down the ones He no longer wanted without them knowing the truth? So that they believe birth is just a natural part of life, while in reality, it is only the beginning of a punishment?

What if they cannot remember? They only feel that something is wrong- this constant restlessness, this feeling of not belonging that so many people have. That would explain the deep longing some feel without knowing what they are searching for. They try to fit in, but something inside them always feels foreign.

Then birth would not be a gift, but a process of transformation. A reincarnation into a broken, mortal body, ensuring that they suffer and can never become what they once were. Their pain would be an eternal reminder of what they lost.

What if God thought: "I do not want these angels anymore, but I will still let them live- yet in suffering, so they never forget what they are: nothing but broken souls, trying to exist in a world where they no longer belong."

But if angels were pure and perfect, what caused their fall? Was it pride, like in the story of Lucifer? Or was it something else- an inability to endure perfection? Maybe it was their own awareness, their free will, that made them something God no longer wanted. And instead of destroying them, He gave them a new form: humans.

when a poet fall in love with you,

the moon and stars start envying you-

You become so worthy, more than you think,

you become a muse, an emotion, an art.

You become pain,happiness,euphoria…

You become life for the poet in that moment..

Me? I'm afraid of so many things. Of people, of the silent darkness, of closeness, of touch, of deep connections, of failing and giving up before even starting.

I'm afraid of getting close to people, of being alone with my thoughts in the quiet darkness, of the closeness someone important could give me, of the touch of love, of becoming dependent on something, of being held back when all I want is to run and do what I truly want.

There are so many things to be afraid of. And yet, I enjoy them. Meeting new people, the moment of silence in the dark with nothing but myself and my peace, the joy of someone being close to me, the exciting feeling of touch, the experience of committing to something or someone, and the time to do nothing but calmly plan everything.