6ix

As a child, I grew up fearing the number “666” because it signified something evil and dark. The antichrist. Mark of the beast. Fear. 

The number of the devil, or the devil itself – depending how you view it. 

As I got older, I realized there’s a little bit of the devil in all of us. 

Instead of fearing these parts, I’ve now learned to sit down with them and seek to understand where they come from. Whenever I pause to do so, I realize that the ‘evil’ parts in me are often parts that I simply haven’t yet understood – or forgiven.  

This piece is about accepting these different parts and making something beautiful from them.