The Human Paradox: Strength, Weakness, and the Undefined

More than an angel or a devil.

   Man has always been created in pairs. He has two faces, seemingly more dangerous than a devil because the devil has only one face. That is why his life is spent always searching for his other half, be careful that our soul is drawn to whatever is missing (of course, this is a completely different topic). Man is complicated. He has an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. Even if there is no devil or angel, this potential always exists. So much so that in many holy books, man has this potential, his sins are written on one side and his good deeds on the other. Can we know the limits of evil or good? Isn't it even more terrifying not to know this? What separates us from the devil or the angel is that we have a piece of both. The middle, that is, purgatory. Staying in purgatory is the greatest pain. Thus, man cannot define himself. The absence of clear definition fosters a profound sense of dislocation, as one struggles to find a place in a world that demands certainty from an inherently fluid existence. Thus, this undefinedness causes not feeling like he belongs. Those who cannot feel are always unhappy. But this world is not suitable for being an angel or a devil. It does not allow you to choose a side. It is too cruel to be good, too good to be cruel, sometimes. Therefore, there are times when we are both stone-hearted and when we are overly sensitive. There are times when we betray memories and break hearts, without shedding a single tear, and on the other hand, weep bitterly if an ant is crushed. Situations where we feel strong and invincible can destroy our self-confidence with a single word or look. Humans are slaves to their emotions. It is hard to control, but we are human as much as we can control it. Weaknesses make us helpless (even if you deny it, everyone has a weakness, if you cannot find it, that weakness may be you), Therefore, human beings should not make the mistake of overestimating themselves, they should remember that the moments when their hearts turn to stone are not permanent, just a moment, an old smell or a single word can destroy us.