Heroes travel on the wind, as we all do. What is it that makes heroes heroes? They are courageous, able to choose love even when fear and pain surround them. They know who they are, can sense their mission, their purpose, even when all seems dark and cold. They may stumble and lose their way, they may forget and they may doubt. Yet when the road is darkest, when all seems lost, they find their way. They stand up, walk on, continue. When the world becomes dark and quiet, then they can listen, then they can see. They rise again, and again, and continue on.
We are heirs of a mythical past, and guardians of forgotten truth. The world calls to each of us, over and over again. Some are waiting for the call, intently listening for it. Others are awakened suddenly by it. Still others resist, ignore, deny the call. The tapestry of the future is woven all the same.
We are the chosen ones. That is why we are here. We would not have been born if we did not have a unique, irreplaceable, powerful purpose for being here. The universe does not waste space, does not make mistakes. Do not fear over-reaching; you cannot. Do not ask if you are worthy of the path you see before you; you could not see it if it were not meant for you. You are divine, an immortal at play in a human world. Ride the wave that moves between your humanity and your divinity, play the part you long to play. Embrace all the facets of your starlit soul.
You will always be given the tools you need, once you begin the quest. Such is the way of the world, always and without fail. Even your failures will provide the key to your freedom. Such is the way of love.