What is bravery, what is bravado?
We spend our whole existence conjuring up images of heroes in our lives. We give them traits invisible to the world, we attribute major accomplishments to them, and we build them up to mammoth heights.
Then on unbeautiful days we are shown who they really are.
We begin to see blemishes in their once perfect glistens.
We see cracks in their superior shells.
We see rough edges in their once flawless finishes.
Our once bold, unbreakable faith that had upheld the foundation of these distant statues begins to shake, threatening to give way...
How can we repaint the images we once ogled at with admiration?
How are we to reimagine the perfectious figures we once held in such esteem?
To what degree are we, the witnesses, capable of sustaining heroism...
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| The Fallen Hero... |
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