There is a need for the superheros. They need to exist.
Without the heroes, who will save us?
I have always hoped to become one of them, but it wasn't meant to be.
I am still trying to accept this. I wanted to be a hero since I can remember.
My whole life I waited for my super powers.
I waited to be given the gift of flight. I waited for the money to arm myself against the evil.
I couldn't wait to save the Earth. It never happened. I was not meant to save anyone.
I almost defeated myself. It wasn't long ago, now.
Life continued on, however. I managed to survive.
Now what?
Should I continue trying to be the hero I could never be?
I know it seems foolish, but I still wish to be a hero.
I want to save the populous, and defend the safety of all.
I know this can't happen, but I wish it could.
Wishing hard doesn't change anything, though.
I am doomed to live as a plain man with a plain life.
I suppose it could be worse. I suppose I could be gone. Is life really a gift?
Is life worth living when you can't be what you want to be?
Can happiness be found when things aren't how you wish them to be?
I think it can. I believe I can find happiness, but I know it will take work.
It's a good thing I am a hard worker.
I will find happiness, whether happiness wants to be found or not.
Then I will be the hero of my own life.
I can only hope all people do the same.
purposebuilt purposebuilt
22-25, M
1 Response Aug 16, 2014

Yeah....the heroes name was Robin Williams

I was thinking more along the lines of like...Bruce Wayne, or John Stewart...but yeah, Robin Williams is cool. Excuse me, was cool.