Fallen Heroes

For the majority of my life I had elders, spirit guides, wise people, teachers that I depended on to help maneuver through my life. More so than people my own age, I was always drawn to those older than me to be life advisers. Each of these individuals became heroes. Symbols of perfection. Everything I could only hope to be someday. Then, one day, one of my heroes fell from the sky and became very human to me. What a horrible thing to witness. Not only did they fall, but they got up and walked away...from me. At first it was such a foreign experience, but then one by one more heroes began to fall. I saw false sages. Clumsy instead of clever. As self-consumed as every other human. But how could I possibly learn anything from someone who was no further along than I??

This ignited a severe desperation in me to find a new guide. He fell. Then I found another. She fell. Until it was told to me by one very grounded human, perhaps the reason there is no one left on the pedestal is because I am to be my own hero, my own guide, my own teacher. Perhaps the time has come to find my own answers and to master myself. I come to the table of wisdom with much to share. I have stepped into big shoes and they fit. Now may I have my cape?