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January 28, 2025
Art makes you make art. That’s why I wrote my last blog, and why I’m writing this one—because sometimes, resisting the pull of expression is impossible. For two weeks, this image lingered in my mind—too much to hold, too powerful to ignore. And now, I can’t resist. Thank you to the incredible photographer Luis Suarez for your brilliant mind, for capturing stories in the blink of a moment. And thank you to our friendship, which brought this image to my attention. When I saw it, I was reminded of a boy. A boy so wounded, so deeply hurt. Lucifer: The Son Who Dared to Question Lucifer—once the son of God—was resilient, sharp, endlessly talented. He was the golden child, the bearer of light, the one who shone the brightest among all. But brilliance comes at a cost. A mind that questions is a mind that challenges, and he—so full of fire, so unwilling to bow—argued often with his father. Some say it was pride. Others say it was love. Some say he wanted more, wanted to create, wanted to rule something of his own. Some whisper that he saw injustice in the order of things and dared to ask: Why? The Fall of the Brightest Star But God does not explain himself. And so, one moment, Lucifer was divine. The next, he was exiled. Falling—faster than thought, faster than regret. The sky that once welcomed him now spit him out like an unwanted memory. And so, he became the story. The whispered warning. The exiled prince of the damned. But was he? Was he truly evil? Or was he simply the one who refused to obey without question? Some wounds are so profound they echo beyond the body, beyond the moment. His pain was inherited, carried, reshaped, and re-lived by those who came after. He was the first to fall. The first to hurt. The first to be cast out for wanting more. Lucifer fell, cast down with love still burning and heartbreak lodged deep within his chest. Lucifer: The Heart That Broke the World When a heart breaks, the sharp edges can cut through everything. So his grief became a storm, his anger a flame, and his despair a weight that pulled him further from the heavens. The gentleness inside him—his heart, his love—was swallowed by rage. A rage born from pain. From rejection. From the unbearable ache of falling while still yearning for the light. And exile brought more than pain. It brought hunger. So, he turned to humanity. A New Kind of Hunger Through humanity, he could still feel the energy of the source. Through their choices, their mistakes, their love and pain, he remained connected to his father. Their light—fragile, flickering, yet full of potential—became his sustenance. Through them, he found a reflection of what he had lost. They carried the spark of his father’s light, and he learned to harness it, to feed off it. Not because he hated them, but because he needed them. The Cycle of Creation and Destruction But drawing from humanity came at a cost. The sharp edges of his broken heart didn’t just cut him—they began to cut through them. Their vulnerability became his instrument, their choices his fuel. In his hunger for light, he left behind shadows. In his quest to reconnect with the source, he became the symbol of everything that draws humanity away from it. Yet, there’s a strange beauty in it. Lucifer, the fallen, became a mirror for the human condition. He reflected back their greatest strengths—their passion, their defiance, their longing for more—and their deepest weaknesses. And perhaps, even now, his story continues not because of the darkness he created, but because of the light he still seeks. A light he once held—and can never stop chasing. A Broken Heart, Still Beating I always think of Chiron when I think of Lucifer—the wounded healer. The one who carried pain so deeply, yet found a way to turn it into something greater. Lucifer and Chiron. Rage and gentleness. Wounds and healing. The Question of Pain How long can the world truly see the pain of someone who hides it so well? Should the world care about the pain if it leads to destruction? Or is it only the destruction that matters, with no regard for the wounds that caused it? How long can it acknowledge the wounds of someone who cheers others on, who drains their own light to bring joy and warmth to those around them? We all have different survival methods for the wounds we carry. Some of us, like Lucifer, fight, resist, and burn with rebellion. Others, like Chiron, tend to their wounds, transforming pain into healing. But in truth, we are both. We Are Lucifer. We Are Chiron. We are the ones who rage against the world, who carry the sharpness of broken hearts and use it as a weapon—sometimes against others, sometimes against ourselves. But we are also the ones who tend to our wounds, searching for meaning in the suffering, slowly learning how to heal. Lucifer teaches us that rebellion is born of pain. Chiron shows us that healing begins with acknowledgment. We are Lucifer when we fight, when we resist, when we refuse to accept the cards we’ve been dealt. We are Chiron when we take those same cards and use them to build something new—a way forward, a way to heal. Survival Is Not the Same for Everyone The truth is, there is no one way to survive. Some of us carry our rage longer than others. Some of us give too much of our light to others, hoping that in their smiles, we’ll find a reflection of our own. And sometimes, we drain ourselves in the process. But there is beauty in this duality. In being both the fallen and the healer. The wounded and the mender. A Reflection of Us All So when I think of Lucifer, I don’t see only rebellion and darkness. I see someone who loved too much, who fell too far, and who still searches for light. And when I think of Chiron, I see someone who bled for far too long but found a way to turn pain into purpose. Our stories are written in wounds—healed or unhealed—and in the ways we choose to carry them. In the end, both are us. And we are both. Always.