All my heroes are fallen.
….all my heroes have clay feet….
Of course I know this already… knew this already… still…
I’ve just discovered that a couple of my “heroes” are… well… not heroes. I didn’t expect them to be perfect – that would be foolish – nobody is perfect. I only wanted them to live up to my ideals…
I wanted them to be the me that I so long to be…
Pretty snappy definition for a hero, hunh?
Hero ˈhi(ə)rō/ noun:- a person who is, what you long to be…
Perhaps this one is better:
Hero ˈhi(ə)rō/ noun:- a person who appears to be that which you long to be… but don’t have the strength to become….
Turns out my “heroes” had no more strength than I did.
Turns out my “heroes” were no more what I longed to be than I was…
Funny how that works.
So, I sit here with the realization that I am someone’s hero. That someone out there is looking to me as if I am the epitome of what they long to be, but lack the strength to become.
This isn’t going to end well.
I’m going to let them down
Actually, the truth is I have already let them down, they just don’t know it yet… They think I’m “X” and really I’m “Y” they heard me …or saw me.. or read something I wrote and thought that was all there was to me.
Eventually they will see me with my socks and shoes off… and discover that I have clay feet.