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.
Categories: Culture, identity, media, mental health, Psychology, society
Bottom Line is A Hero
Is Not Here for
At Least not
A Real Hero
It’s Not A Volunteer
Effort it’s A Never Ending Drive
Within That No One Else Will
The Hero Now
And to Be Clear
i’m Not Talking About
Any Kind of War or Political
Hero With Decorations or Awards or “Card Carrying Titles”…
More Like A Single Mother With 10 Children on Her Front Porch As GrandMother
Now With 100 Grandchildren Who Still Holds A Smile in A Home Only Worthy
Of Love Within….
As The Giving
Long Ago Became The Receiving…
Yet Of Course This Is Only One Definition of A Hero…
Yet Honestly For What Does or Does Not Garden Our Human
World LoVE iN Actually Surviving Thriving Now i Don’t See
Yet of Course There Are Others…
We can be heroes … if just for one day.