We love our hero stories. We love our conflicted antihero. At some point we want an origin story. Why? How?

One question we’ve been readily grappling with as a society is who is a hero. These days I’ve been a bit of a curmudgeon feeling that we bestow the hero moniker onto about just anybody. I’ve talked about this previously so I will let it end here.

However, a dirty bit about our fascination with heroes, is that just as quickly as we are to name someone a hero, we are just as quickly to destroy them. It’s this weird tick we have as a group. We cheerlead someone on to becoming a hero. We do claps and adulation. Then, we do the takedown. As a society we become jealous of the heroes we create. We also set the expectations of that newly appointed hero to an extreme level that can’t be reasonably reached- even for a superhero.

It’s a sad state to be in and a sad state to reach. Perhaps we should just be happy with being everyday people.