There are among us, I’d imagine, people who don’t need to struggle with demons living inside of them. Impulses and fears that gnaw and chafe and cause us to exert ourselves, sometimes at terrible cost, not to succumb to terror, shame and rage. There may be some people who simply don’t have to contend with demons, though I doubt it.
I mentioned to an uncle that his nephew, though I don’t know him well, strikes me as someone who doesn’t wrestle with many demons. Personable, strong, good looking, doing meaningful work that he is good at and enjoys, surrounded by loving friends and family, he seems to move through the world with grace and ease. I told the uncle that I imagine he also has some demons.
“He has no demons,” said the uncle. “He’s never had to really suffer in his life so far, he’s never had to deal with any of the pain the rest of us know. He will, but up until now his life has been blessed. From the beginning he’s been loved, protected, respected, treated as well as a person can be treated.”
Pretty good blessing, I thought, even though the uncle’s formulation of his nephew’s demon-free life seemed a little glib.