Heroes.

Hello dear readers,


I have been extremely busy and I apologize for not posting. My grandparents have come down for a visit and I have been spending all my time with them. I will try my very best to post more often! 🙂


“We can be heroes just for one day.”


When one talks about a hero they are referring to  a person who is admired for their courage, outstanding achievements or notable qualities and rightly so because this is exactly what they are taught to believe. But despite this notion I strongly disagree.


Like any good writer I had to look up the definition to ensure that I wasn’t giving out false information and also for my personal knowledge. As children we’re given the impression that heroes are the Princes and people we read about in stories. As we slowly transition into adolescence heroes are those that carry out noble acts like helping an old woman cross the street or standing up to a thief for a stranger and then finally when you reach adulthood heroes are DEAD.


When I looked further into the definition I found that a Hero is someone who is the chief character in a story and this struck me as perfect. A lot of times we are so caught up in other peoples lives and trying to shape and mould ours to be like theirs that we forget about the thing that really matters. OUR life. We’re still living after all aren’t we?


The real heroes in my opinion are really the people that go through a lot and still keep going. Those that have to willingly forfeit a lot of things in life. Those that don’t manipulate their way out of a situation but rather handle it gracefully. Those that eventually accept that it is what it is and carry on with their life smiling. Those are the real heroes. The real hero is YOU. 


Heroism is not about doing heroic things but rather about being yourself. You are the chief character of your story and you can take control of it. I’ve always been able to convince myself that I am NOT a hero up until now but I realized that ultimately demoralizing myself was the only thing standing in my way.

Heroism is endurance for just one more moment.

And not only I, but everybody out there is enduring something or the other.


More simply put, someone once said that everybody is insane but some people are just better at hiding it.

I don’t believe this is true. Everybody is surely insane but it is this insanity that drives them to want to do better. Like Albert Campus once said; “Heroism is accessible. Happiness is more difficult.”


I read once in a book called Paper Towns that the human anatomy is made up of strings. The author says the following:


“Here’s what’s not beautiful about it: from here, you can’t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It’s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It’s a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I’ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”


It is the exact same thing with heroism. Everything and everyone appears hunky dory but you can feel the urgency in the air. The urgency for the paper to be torn and exposed. In other words, the urgency to be yourself. Not everybody will like it, not everybody will care but it is what most definitely makes you a hero.



As Ralph Waldo Emerson once said; “To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” 

You, my dear readers are the true heroes.

Not Robin Hood.

Not Superman.

You. 

Good old you. 🙂 


On a lighter note, I have been complaining ALL Summer about how I haven’t been swimming and yesterday I finally went! Summer sure feels good.


Until next time,

XXO

Sara Malik.

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