It doesn't make us supermen,and it can't make us be heroes, if that isn't written in our skies. Heroes aren't the people who do a job, because of pay, or the excitation. A hero is the person , who at that moment, feels like a small scared child. And still moves forward against the fear, to do what needs be done. So many times I have been that small scared child. So many times I haven't known which way is clear. So often I knew love was never to be mine. Life so many times had pointed out my relative unworth. Even now, older than that scared one, I still seek my way, blind in the mists. We are all blind, somehow. We never were born with a GPS in our souls. And there never is an guarantee regarding being loved.
Yesterday gives us some joy, and brings a lot of sorrows. Today is the bringer of now. Tomorrow is the morrow, and our fears are the "wee slinking beasties" that try to bring us low. Can we be defeated? Eventually, perhaps that is what death is. The bringing us low,forever. Letting our fears run uncaged and free.