Everything looks perfect from far away

This morning MJ asked:

Where are the heroes, my dear friends. Where are the heroes?

The heroes of our past were nothing more than ideas — powerful icons created by lies of omission, our collective desire to believe in greatness, and our fear that greatness and weakness are mutually exclusive.

I think our generation — the one made up of dooce and you and me and heather and halcyon — is recrafting the notion of hero. The perfection myths are being replaced by stories of real people who are striving and alive and strong. Our heroes are the people who show up for life every day, who don’t shrink from their greatness or their weakness, who share their stories, if not fearlessly then at least courageously.

Happiness comes when we forgive ourselves. After that comes the hardest part: acknowledging that we may be flawed, but we’re great nonetheless.

If you want a hero, be a hero.