Losing them

I know that humans naturally deify things that they need desperately to believe in... but I thought that if I were to ever do it it would be more obvious to me.

What do you do when you realize that the people you worship are just... people? People who can't be the strong monoliths you need them to be, people who can't possibly expand into the fuzzy, heroic images your mind projects to disguise their weaknesses? Maybe they can love you, but there is a point at which you can only appreciate them, you can't admire them anymore.

I feel lost. The people that saved my life are just as afraid and weak as me. The difference is that they were strong enough to help me. I am indebted, but I was deceived. Not by them, but by myself. I was disillusioned. I thought I could reach something on the path that I'm on, but it ends abruptly in the dark, like all the others.

What now?