The Hero

I get why there are so many stories of children desperately wanting to escape their current world. And actually… it still happens as adults. Some circumstance we’re in and wishing we can be like Harry and fly away or Alice and disappear into an enchantingly eery place. Meanwhile, yearning to be at any place than the present air we breathe and reaching with all of our might into another fantasy or multiverse. Because life gets hard and it can seem like we’re waiting or searching in other people for that super hero to swoop us off our feet and save us. 

But the lonely truth is, we can’t keep doing that. Even the person who loves us the most can never fill that void. Intentional loneliness to transform is also not a bad thing. And yes there are times for those who are spiritual to lean onto faith / God during hard times. Even then, that pinnical moment where we physically have to make that choice to lift ourselves from the floor is ultimately up to us. 

The super hero we’re draining so much energy looking for or expecting to be saved from is not there. We’re just building up that person for utter failure- over, and over and over… 

That’s because as cheesy as it may sound, the super hero is you. It may feel sad and lonely, but hugging that child and soothing yourself through gentle reparenting or finding the might to get out of that rut leads us away from dependency and into a glimmer of hope. Perhaps then, we can crawl into that next level of our potential. But hey, I’m right there with ya-bruised hands, knees, face marred in tears, dirt and all.

So why wait for the wrong hero when we had the power to do so all along? 

“You’ve always had the power my dear, you just had to learn it for yourself.” 

― The Wizard of Oz