I don't believe in heroes.
Heroes in the past seemed super-human,
and no one is that unselfish.
We all do so much for show and to impress these days.
Our brains and hearts hope for that John Wayne
to walk into life and beat away the painful
while building and rebuilding the good,
but in reality
we're usually left alone to swing and miss
at that which tears us down.
We do pass on good to each other,
but seldom is it really selfless.
We cry,
and hide who we are
because we are told
no one wants to handle our pain...
no one really wants to listen.
All that is acceptable
are positive realities.
Imaginary and hollow.
Life is
all encompassing.
How do we embrace all of who we are, again?
This was written not because of doubts or anger, but rather from the so many questions I've had over the years. I have often wondered what actually sustains us through life.
For me it is the laughter as well as those who care in my life.
We need to learn how to listen, and hear again - not simply text.
