Full confession, tonight was full of feelings.
When I feel stuff, I write things.
Wow, this is going so well already!
I guess I just want to send out a beacon. I remember when I was younger, my imagined future life was full of principals, dreams, and hope. I had visions of Saint George, Aragorn and John Paul Jones. I was going to be the one who stood in the midst of opposition and held the torch of truth and justice. I wanted to be the one to take the bullet for his friend. I had dreams of defending the girl and getting the bad guy.
A hero.
Something happened though. Life happened. You suddenly get so caught up in those things that you do every day that seem so important in the moment. Fears arise, and pain damages you. You learn how the world works, and you lose faith. Cynicism kills everything. Maybe you don't ever compromise. Maybe you make the right decision, time after time...but you've forgotten why. Maybe it's grinding you to dust inside. But I'm asking you to do something.
Remember.
Remember love. Remember justice. Remember integrity, sacrifice and courage. A person becomes a hero when what they hold valuable so outshines the consequences that they are willing to abandon everything to stand by it. What do you hold valuable?
Are you proud of that?
Well, I'm all out of stuff and I wrote some things, and somehow this went from being about me to being about someone else. I guess in the end it's really about me, and putting "you" in there instead makes it a little easier to take. Always workin' on it.
Die living, folks.
Caleb W.
