Suddenly he is there. The hero you
were searching this long for. It may happen in an unexpected moment some time
more or less bothering and he will make your life even only for instant that
better. Who are our heroes today? The coffee shop guy smiling at you morning by
morning giving you a positive start to your weekday, your best friend helping
you out with some cash at the end of the month or a person coming to your life
in a moment you didn’t want him to. Someone taking your fears, carrying on,
simply surviving – like the very first summer wind coming up before the big
thunderstorm guiding tears to rain. I am sure that there are lights to direct
you home and those lights are your heroes. Could it be worse? Even if that
light is missing it may be there just digging for the greater good, just
because a hero is the one who he is.
So what is it about whether winning
or losing, actually a key question for every hero to solve. Is it worth playing
by knowing to lose or is it just about being brave 10 minutes longer? Is it a
solution never to play? For my own understanding a hero can never be right as
the one who gets protected is the one to decide about black or white. But don’t
we all have to deal with our cursed stories to make it real at the end? Can we
really be broken and do we really need someone with the literal helping hand? A
quote I came across last week challenged even this question: Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
it’s at the end of your arm. So why not follow the signs right back to
yourself? At the end it may not only be all about one and we must get the point
that sometimes a hero can be inevitable, maybe simply because our hand isn’t that
strong enough and we are lost along the way not longer able to read those
signs. That might be the moment we will need somebody who is looking out for us
but what if we are standing at the crossroads with even no strength to run and
we can do nothing but stretch our arm and beg to hitchhike? Is there hurry anymore
and who’s to blame for our poor situation? Oneself being a hopeless dreamer or
our hero not even bothering to show up? Sometimes we just have to wait for the
moment our road leads us down the way showing us that the only solution is to
be the hero by oneself giving up the idea of remaining the one who needs to be
cared for.
These are hard times for dreamers
and nevertheless we must remember: anything is possible.
Cheers
Lorax
