Story based on myths, faith, pure spirituality, and my poor knowledge.

History and certain religions have taught us about angels; spiritual beings among the Heavens that act as messengers of The Lord, as well as protectors and guides of all living beings.

Also, movies, books, hearsay, stories, and fairy tales have let us believe that angels are divine beings with no free will and no emotions, destined to follow orders… always perfect, always obedient.

Whether that is true or false it’s not in my authority to attest, but for sakes of my story let’s just wonder.

Feelings are overrated we say, we deal with those ever since we were born, so we take them for granted as much as a lungful of air. So then, have you ever thought what life would be without feeling afraid, guilty, miserable, or confused? Not a good example? How about a life without experiencing happiness, love, forgiveness, and other amazing gifts?

It is plainly hard to imagine parting with something that feels so natural within us, but we never take a minute to appreciate these kind of things, to just wake up one Saturday morning, go to our favorite park, lie on the grass and do… nothing.

Personally, my feelings and my faculty to experience these sensations is beyond belief, at least for me. I carry a great deal of emotions with me and try them on, on a daily basis and I love it, yes, even the depressing ones. And with all due respect to the angels, I’m glad they exist and are around to protect us, but I’m glad I’m not one of them and instead, I’m just human.