For the longest time, when walking under the sun, or maybe on the beach, or maybe in the jungle, hand in hand, you start imagining yourself growing up to be them. At least you aspire to reach greatness as close as possible to them. You grip their hand tighter as you walk, the hand of your hero.
But all that is for as long as the sun is still young. Slowly the sun grows older, just as you do. With age comes clarity. The sun shines everything that was in the dark. You start to see things that you either have ignored as a youngling or never just understood. Things start to appear. No, they do not appear. They were always there, you just start noticing them. Things you hoped you would never notice.
Maybe that is the true revelation of the sun. It feeds you with light, energy, and strength. You grow up, and with the offerings of the sun you start to gain knowledge, clarity, critical thinking and the truth comes forth. The hero, whose hand you held, doesn't feel so much like a hero now. The hero, who you aspired to grow up to become more and more alike, doesn't feel like a good person to grow up to be.
It starts with picking up ques. You come across things that feel just a little odd. You keep pestering the same things, and they pester you back. Soon you realize these things were always there. You simply didn't notice or were hidden away from them. The ques turn into tunnels of discovery. You start discovering more and more things that make you realize your hero; your parent, your teacher, your relative, your friend, or whoever that hero was, will never be your hero again.
There are despicable traits and very toxic traits in them. You slowly start to detest your hero. But the damage is done. Your subconscious wishes to grow up to be the hero has now become part of your genetic code. The sun has ironed those wishes into your neurons. The sun has fed you enough to make those wishes a permanent part of you. You are growing up but in your hero's shadow.
It doesn't take long before a burst of cosmic excellence causes you to repeat one of those very traits. You recognize the traits, you recognize yourself becoming the hero that you have started hating. The very hero you don't want to become anymore. The inevitable is here to come. You have been hardwired to become something, and it will only be a matter of time until you do so.
