Not only has mortality made its point clear to me once again, but the notion of imperfection has been reinforced.
I knew that I had become a 'grownup' the day I realized that my heroes had faults. They were real people who offered me something that I required but did not possess myself. And although each one was, in my eyes, a master in his individual field, he was merely a human being complete with imperfections, just like me. Since it is beyond my capability to change that fact and since I most certainly do not possess the ability to make him (nor myself, for that matter) perfect, I, myself choose to continue to appreciate him for his redeeming abilities or disassociate myself from him for his flaws. It is my choice. I must make it and I must live with it.
Isn't this what we all do?
What do YOU think?
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