Hero of the Skeletons

Have you wondered if its destiny, fate or our will why we go through what we do in life. If other people bring their own gifts, powers or talents into our lives to enrich and even save us from ourselves.

We feel so lonely, so anonymous, lost in the shadows of the other people’s light. We live so disconnected, so focused on ourselves that we blur reality.

We long to be extraordinary but we accept only the ordinary. It’s the few who challenge the status-quo, whose own extraordinary must be nursed through rejections and challenges.

Maybe faith or answering a mysterious guidance these people become a cocoon to others. Dreaming and talking nonsense it appears but on the inside they are growing, a journey that metaphorize their full potential and fulfilling the debt that exist to our creator.

People who are beautiful by their own choice but wounded by their own humanity. A paradoxical concept our true colors, scars of our mistakes and frailty of nature can carry a redeeming beauty.

For some it takes the skeletons of their closet to draw them to change, a great challenge faces us, we must face ourselves and then the mirror of our peers.  We speak of hero’s in our writings, divinities in faith but we speak not of our own skeletons.

Wither or not our hero is real or created we search for a rescue. We dream of place of peace, good intentions and safety. A world of extraordinar that is free from the limits of normality of putting on our routine mask and locking the closet door.