If I Got Rid of My Demons

If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.
~Tennessee Williams

I think about this often. I've taken several experiences in my life and used them to change myself. It is something that I've only shared with a few people that are directly responsible. You know, a note or such and such that states, "You've changed my life and this is how..." It was one of the most obvious reasons I became connected on Facebook. There were people that affected my life to such an extent that I felt rather empty without telling them how much they meant to me. Honestly, it was one of the main reasons I believed in the afterlife, simply because I lost track of them and I felt that would be the only way I would ever find or meet them again. Facebook changed all that and gave me additional impetus to change my life even more.

My demons (experiences) held a good deal of control in my life. I would travel alone to meditate on my life, think about how to improve and perhaps shake my fist at the heavens to let God know that I was paying attention to all this and I didn't think it was all that fair. I loved talking to my demons. I found insight, meaning, motivation to change myself in our conversations. I've improved my life a great degree because of our interactions.

Recently, I wrote a post called "Panic". I believe it was fueled by a part of my mind that didn't want to stop talking to particular demons. It rebelled at the thought of not having those conversations. It didn't want to leave that place that had grown comfortable. Like all things though, they move on and my life moves on. A new set of demons needed to start their discourse with me, and the old ones needed to vacate. I needed to learn different things, improve in different ways.

I'm not sure if this makes any sense.  It wouldn't be the first time.

I love my demons. They build who I am.

I'm not sure if I ever had a conversation with my angels. I think they are afraid of me.