The Angel in me has survived and so has the Devil.

We always see the bad things that have happened to us with a magnifying glass and often forget to even notice the good ones. If we fall sick we groan but if we get an ice cream for free, it doesn't matter that much. It was not the same when we were kids. When we were kids we used to get pleased very easily with small (insignificant in today's time) things.
Once upon a time, when I was a kid, I fell down the stairs and got a few scratches here and there. It took my father just 2 minutes to make me laugh and forget about the pain. He went inside and brought our camera, pointed at me and I smiled instantly as a reflex. He then took me in his hands and and tickled me till I started laughing. I did get an ice cream too later that day. But now I sit and frown and take stress. I don't get pleased with songs or ice creams or flowers or chocolates. Has my resistance to change grown with me? Is it so difficult to make people laugh like a kid? I wonder why we change into such insensitive beings when we are known to be the most intelligent and emotional specie amongst all.
Recently, my friend and I were walking down the CP corridors checking out the flea market. We walked past an old man who looked very pale, dressed up nicely in a pair of pants and a shirt, selling whistle-puppets. We kept walking, silently, both of us were thinking about how great it was. I happened to speak first,"He was so old, yet he was selling those puppets." My friend smiled at me and replied, "I was thinking about the same and how I respect him for what he is doing." We had gone way down the lane but if we ran we could have tracked him. We impulsively ran like two kids running after a candy-floss vendor on a street. People were staring at us like we were crazy. But for that moment it didn't matter. We knew just one thing that if we let go of this chance we might not ever be sensitive toward such a thing and this innocence in us would vanish soon. We didn't want that. Finally, we got there. We asked him how much it was for. He not only showed different coloured whistle-puppets but also taught us how to use it. Then we bought it and he sold it with a big smile on his face. We were happy. Probably those were the only forty bucks which were worth spending in that entire day long shopping we did. It was a wake up call for us. We took the chance and saved ourselves from becoming totally inhuman. It is not too late.
Life gives us plenty of opportunities. It's up to us how well do we take them. Becoming a Devil inside will not take any effort. We just need to stop trying to save the the angel within. But to keep being humans we need both of them. We must try to make the angel survive, the devil will survive on it's own.