The Hero

Others can only watch the hero suffer from afar. No true respite can be offered to her and she will not take any. Her pain is her own. What she suffers is her own to suffer; she would not have it any other way. She suffers so others will not have to. Her reckoning is with the world inside herself, unmoved by joy or sorrow, unmoved by hopelessness or despair. Her work is just to strive, to become more and more with each sacrifice, to endure if she can, to help when she can, and to become as wonderfully alive as her life allows. Others can only bear witness to her spirit as it strives with its own otherness… and lights the fire in others to begin.