I recently discovered that the man I looked up to, maybe more than anyone in my life, isn't the man I thought he was. Instead of a strong hero who believed in love and passion and words, he turned out to be a simple human. A human who makes mistakes, breaks hearts, and hasn't been faced with a difficult decision in his life.
I have always believed in world without perfect endings. I know not everything we wish comes true and that love will not always conquer all. But I do believe in the souls of people, and his is one that cannot continue to live in the situation he places himself. If he does, his old soul will reject the mind and body it inhabits causing permanent damage. Our choices are led be the spirit inside of us, our own personal flame that is the very core of our being. My fallen hero, no matter how broken, is an intelligent man who cannot ignore his soul desperately pleading for a rebirth and a new mindset to inhabit.
I cannot say what he will do, however, I cannot resign myself to believe that someone so remarkable can lead a life of such disappointment and complacency. I believe in what a wise old soul can do, and have not yet lost hope for his.
Listen close dear friend, life is calling.
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