The Quiet Hero
The heroes of our fiction, of our real world, often are ordinary folk thrust into the extraordinary: and they persevere. We are the heroes we need. We are the solution to our problems.
The heroes of our fiction, of our real world, often are ordinary folk thrust into the extraordinary: and they persevere. We are the heroes we need. We are the solution to our problems.
I sat down the other day thinking, I want to find those grace notes again. There’s something missing in my way of looking at things. I still see beauty, but I don’t let it resonate. I witness moments, and while they may make me laugh or think, somehow it feels less profound.
I’m somehow, potentially, making a difference. It kind of makes the misery a tiny bit more palatable. A tiny bit.
We talk about “closure” like it’s a final moment, when, really, it’s more of an acknowledgement and naming of a point in the process of change.