Day 7
People like to paint the devil as some horned monster surrounded by fire and brimstone, snickering whilst whispering sin into your ear. My stepfather liked to whisper things into my little ear too, “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”
When life hands you lemons don’t just make lemonade. No, no... peel back the skin, feel the sting as the juice runs through your fingers, and swallow the bitterness whole. Sometimes, the taste of something rotten is the only thing that reminds you you’re still alive.
