about heroes and humans . . . and the life that I own.
I live to be a hero, but I’m altogether too human.
I could line up in a long, long row the people who would agree with that.
Pendulum learner that I am, I’ve swung from human to hero and back again. No Greek tragic hero has more fatal flaws than I do. — It’s comes with being human to have flaws and imperfections. It’s part of being a hero to admit that you do. If I admit knowing that heroes do that, am I being all too human by saying so?
Thinking too much is one of those imperfect things I do.
The hero in me wants to give myself away, wants to show up and save the world, but like all heroes sometimes I try to live on hope. I give away things of value. Does that teach folks not value them? Is it generous, foolish, or my ego running wild? (Every hero is all too human.) I forget to eat. I don’t sleep. In a strange and sad way, it could be that having my head in the clouds protects me and keeps me safely solitary. No one can hurt me, if I ask nothing in return.
As the stories go, heroes are altruistic folks. Are they all independently wealthy?
I haven’t figured that part out yet.
The human in me needs to care for my friends and family. They so support who I am, and I love them so. Like every human, I have bills and responsibilities. I work to keep my home. It takes human influence to power the hero’s dream. This human has to walk with her feet on the ground. The hero needs the human things to change the world
Heroes think they don’t need things. Humans have trouble asking.
Heroes and humans.
I’m pretty sure that each of us is both.
Still, I can only speak to being me.
Last week, Mike DeWitt said he sees a change coming. He’s genuinely perceptive. I rely on his feedback. I spoke of his comment and other recent experiences to Allan Cox, a gifted author, and he answered with one word, “owning.”
I’ve been thinking of that ever since.
Owning, that’s what the wise man said.
Owning is where the human and the hero meet and become one.
I own my life.
I own who I am and the person I wish to be.
The more of myself I own, the more I can give freely.
I own this request . . . it’s from the human I am to the hero in each of you.
Will send you a relaxed and happy thought to the universe for me and would you pass it on?
I think I could be coming into my own.
Always grateful. Always home.
