A tease for my upcoming column on friends and heroes — the ones inside of us. I hope to have it done by Saturday, September 4th, so please check back.
In the mean time, here is an excerpt:
Ego, Mego, And Wego
“For much of my early adult life the person I admired above all others was actually me – or the me I was striving to become. No hero I could choose to emulate would have as much to offer the world, I thought, as I would someday. That’s okay, that’s okay, I laugh too when I think about it – now. But I wasn’t laughing then, I was serious. My best friend in those years was also me – the me who kept me grounded and ensured I stayed on the right path.
There were certainly people I had admired in my wide-eyed youth. Most I admired for all the wrong reasons, and the heroes I chose never failed to let me down. But for my high expectations of them, every role-model I had through my teen years fell as slowly as a turning leaf until the hero-tree eventually stood barren before me. By my twenties, as each hero had faded into the realm of being only human, I began to understand that hero should be viewed as a personal destination, and not a view to another.”
Please check back this weekend for more. Oh, and there is this by David Bowie…