The Superfluous Hero

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a superhero, until I realized that In order to be one, I’d have to slay all the villains. Think about that: the hero is the one who had to slay all the others. But they always managed to twist the stories in a way where the hero is slaying somebody who is worse than him, so it seems ok. He becomes good. But the truth is that they are both wicked. It creates the idea that we cannot escape evil, or that we are stuck with the lesser of two evils cliche, and the supposition that there is no possibility of absolute good. The hero mentality only strives to be less evil, because the only way the hero can exist is with evil, which is not an accident. Societies are conditioned with this mindset from childhood, with TV and comic books. “Hero’s” are always viewed as the good, and sometimes great. They are designed as the saviors, the people who come to everybody else’s rescue. They are on the Earth to eliminate the headaches of the non-hero’s for you; all the good for nothings, the weaklings, monsters, and demonic spirits. The hero’s will save you because they have tremendous strength, and you don’t. In fact, the hero has everything that you don’t have, that’s the beauty of them. They can do things that nobody else can. That’s how Jesus became a hero. He had to do incredible miracles that only he was able to do. It wasn’t enough to just be good. He had to be super, capable of extraordinary feats. So they had to figure something out, because the story would not have worked if he was so extraordinary that he could prevent crucifixion. That’s the thing… “superhero’s” always have one weakness, because they really aren’t super, and they really aren’t hero’s either. They’re just ordinary human beings like everybody else. But nobody is supposed to know this because if you did, you might realize that you are just as special as they are. That’s the secret…if you are continuously trying to emulate somebody, or some thing, you will never get around to being you, and then the game ends. It’s all over. They were just an illusion, a distraction, make believe. There was nothing that was ‘super’ about them. So here’s the question: I am but a man, and I want to believe that I do not have to be great in order to be good. I am only a man, must I be heroic too? What happened to valuing goodness, and being understood? I can’t do tricks. And I don’t entertain. And the only way I fly is on a plane. I have nothing and I need nothing. My hero is love. dwp

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