Hergest Ridge

“Kill all my demons and my angels might die too.“
 
Whereas some sayings fade in the heart through time, their ability to move diminished, for me this one continues to grow, teach, and shine ever brighter. Using but a few words it reminds me of the beauty of gray, and the high price of perfection we seldom can afford and yet often continue to attempt finance.
 
The things we accept into our lives all need to meet a very specific criteria, and quite often we’re ready to let pass anything different. Through picking apart everything into individual pieces and qualities, we end up missing the experience of something complete and full; we strive to kill each last imperfection – each demon – failing to notice that often the dark parts are what helps hold the whole together.
 
Let some demons live, so that angels might still have a sense of purpose and resolve. Let them live, for many are an indispensable part of all things living and aware.
 
Chassez le naturel, il revient au galop.