Heroes

It’s a little odd, not having any heroes. 

Not a single soul that I can observe and think ‘there but for the grace of God, go I.’

I still care what people think of me, although much less than in times past. And it’s diminishing quickly, by design.

But there is not a single person that I aspire to match, either in their deeds or thoughts, for two reasons;

Firstly, so many people that one gets to observe are driven by the perceptions of others, a cause which I am diligently acting against.

Secondly, this leaves nowt, by definition. I don’t get to see the others. My guess is that very few of them, if any, have a clue.

Heroless. A new word, blogged to myself for the pleasure of no one.

To be honest, now that I can be, there must be a hint of madness in this desire to free oneself from the social norms. Almost by definition.

The threads that keep me attached are getting fewer and finer. I can feel it.

I hope I can hold on until the end. If not, I guess I’ll just have to suck it up, whatever it is.