We were gods when we were young.
We were bulletproof, invincible. We rode our horses like fearless warriors, going over, around or through everything in our path. We weren't afraid to fall.
When we drove at night, moonlit and headlamps off, we didn't believe in the laws of momentum and motion. We just believed that we could fly.
We believed that love conquers all, that if we wanted something bad enough all we had to do was keep trying and we could make it happen. We believed in the American Dream, in the power of prayer, that friendships would last and love was forever. We chalked up every failure to experience and plowed forward, knowing that success was just around the bend.
It is a subtle erosion, to wake up one day and find the superhero's cloak has drifted from our shoulders, trampled in the muck by the onslaught.Somehow we find ourselves in a place where gravity and dissipation are more true than faith or hope or love. The downhill slope has turned into a tiresome trudge up a hill covered in loose shale. Without our noticing, it seems, we changed. One day the scales fall from our sunken eyes and we find that nothing we knew about ourselves, about our world, about our lives was true.
Then was an illusion. This is the reality. Now it is time to grow up.