I created a monster. And that's how powerful I am.

 When I found him, he was disastrous. Anyone would have thought he was a homeless, out of his mind kind of man, just by his looks. I remember him so clearly in those early days, I'm sure you do too.

From start to end, the entangled and extremely confused mind of his remained the same. What did I see in him? I asked myself that for a long time. You don't have to ask yourself that question anymore, I've figured it out for you. It's the inherent power you carry within. Yet again it's a course and a blessing. Seeing good in everyone, the glimpse of great potential in everyone.

I know now why you had always sought to fix people, but that’s not the point here. Anyhow, he was just once more, a man who thought himself a broken human being. It was inevitable.

But that’s the risk you take when you play with fire, when you try to play God, when you meddle in divine matters that are for no human to handle. It could go very wrong. You’ve learned your lesson.

So how do you create a monster?

You love him. But it’s not love. Just an idea of love.

You give him everything he always lacked and longed for. You pour into him, you wait for him to give something back, you think your seeds will bloom in his heart as they did in yours.

They do bloom. But they grow into deformed horrifying things. And in the blink of an eye, he’s clinging onto you, sucking all of you, he’s starving. He wants more, more, more… It’s out of control.

You gotta be careful with what you pour into and where from within you do it. Because what you think is love, could be poisonous. And it’s still very powerful. It’s still creative force.

Every beautiful thing could be corrupted in the wrong hands. All ideas you planted in him, grew into more confusion. He was not sure of himself, he became full of himself, and you did it, by making him the main star of the show. And he went crazy. He loved the attention. He loved feeling loved for no reason. It was not love but poison. And he got drunk on it. You gave it to him. You wanted to be loved too.

This monster turned into your worst nightmare. He stabbed you in the back with all of what you fed him. He’s not to blame. He was confused and lost to begin with. How dare you try to fix him? It was never your place.

You got yourself a guinea pig to experiment with because of how unsatisfied you were with your own life. You know this now, I won’t repeat all what you know. But that’s your power. You saw it in action, just not well intended.

All of it was supposed to be planted in you. Those were your seeds, for you, for your own garden. They were meant for you, not for anyone else. It cost you lots, I know. You had to free the monster and start over. At least now you know your power and how much creative force you carry. Channel it wisely from now on. Craft a beautiful being out of yourself. Let the rest in God’s hands.

And for that, cheers 🥂