Breaking the mold.

When you're young, it's easy to turn people into heroes and villains.

One good example is our first impressions of our parents, but our perception changes over time; we have many phases, but the last and most beautiful picture we have of them comes after years of learning to appreciate them. We can see their flaws (unlike the child) and we can love them the more for them (unlike a headstrong youth).

But this hero-villain exaggeration isn't limited to parents.

Some teachers I completely and totally turned into villains. It became impossible to believe that they had any good qualities at all.

I think part of growing up is learning to get rid of the distorted view and to see people like Christ, and to treat them like Christ (both how you would treat Him, and how He would treat you.)

But an interesting effect of the "hero" effect is what happens when you dig deeper into your hero's story.
It's an odd thing, to mold yourself after someone, only to discover that they had someone that they molded themselves after, and so on...
It's even stranger to meet that person and to hear them talk, the way that your hero talked, and the way you tried to talk.

Heroes. I am choosing not to be impressed except by that which is truly impressive. To set my gaze on heavenly things.

So much of learning to live is to have a correct perspective - if my hunch is correct, the correct perspective is if not wisdom, then directly related. I want to be like the righteous man who answers the call of Wisdom calling in the streets, who seeks after her.