When did I stop believing in Santa Clause? In truth, this sort of question holds no real significance for me. However, if you were to ask me when I stopped believing that the old man wearing the red costume was Santa then, I can donfidently say: I have never believed in Santa, ever. I knew that the Santa who appeared in my preschool Christmas Party was a fraud, and now that I think about it, everyone of my classmates shared the same look of disbelief watching our teacher pretend to be Santa. Although I have never seen mommy kissing Santa Clause, I was already wise enough to be suspicious about the existence of an old man who worked only on Christmas Eve.
However, I still believe that aliens, time-travelers, ghosts, and ESPers do exist. And even if I do realize that they don’t, I still have this strong wishful feeling that they do. Compared to this boring, normal life, the world of those flashy shows that do hold them was much more exciting; I want to live in that world too!
I want to be the one who saves a person kidnapped by aliens and imprisoned in a bowl-like fortress. I want to be the one who uses my courage, intelligence and trusty weapon of choice to fight against villains from the future trying to change history for their own gain. I want to be someone who can banish demons and monster with a single spell, battle against mutants or psychics from evil organizations, and engage in telephatic fights.
But wait, if I were ever attacked by aliens or whatever, how would I ever possibly fight against them? I don’t even have any special powers!
Well then, how about this: one day, a mysterious new student transfers to my class. Except, he’s really an alien or from the future and he has telepathic abilities. When he gets into a fight with the bad guys, all I need to do is find a way to get involved in his war. He’ll handle all the fighting and I can just be his flunky sidekick. Oh my god, this is a great idea! I am so clever!
Or maybe, if that doesn’t work, how about this one: one day, a mysterious power inside me awakens something like a telekenetic or psychic ability. I discover that a lot of other people in this world also have similar powers, and then some sort of paranormal society recruits me. I’ll become part of this organization and protect the world against evil mutants.
Unfortunately, reality is surprisingly cruel. Reality brings me to conclude that none of those things, no matter how well-planed I may make them, would come true. It makes one wonder, do heroes like Superman, Batman or all those marvel characters exist?
Obviously people may and will say that they do not. They are, after all, fictionous characters that were created to entertain readers. So, let me rephrase my question into something more appropriate and what others may not deem as idiotic: Do Heroes really exist? And if they do, are you one of them?
How would people define heroes? How would you define them?
For me, I have always and mostly still do envision heroes as people with amazing powers, chosen ones destined to make a change in this world, those who help the needy and all those other definitions that one could rate as childish and even stupid. Let’s face it, we would rather have heroes with super powers living in the real world than not — especially nowadays when evil seems to be creeping in to every corner of the globe.
Unfortunately, those kind of heroes do not exist. Not in a million years, or so says our human reasoning.
No matter how much I wish it, I won’t find myself caught up in a mysterious event that would lead me to suddenly have powers and the option of saving humanity and all that good-versus-evil setting. No matter how I wish it, there would be no aliens, monsters, mutants and creepy evil creatures that would wreck havoc and mayhem and no superhero to come rescue us at that. Those things are, as our reasoning tells us, make believe fantasies created for entertainment pleasures and as such do not exist.
But, even if no supernatural thing – whether it be powers, mutants or whatnot, appears, one could only wonder: ‘Can I be a Hero?’
Most kids, at their early age fantasize about those things. They imagine themselves as a caped crusader whose real identity is hidden from the masses. But, as they grow up, they tend to forget about those things and shake it off their system as they believe as all of us do that those things are impossible.
But, there is more to being a hero than just having super powers and fighting weird creatures, evil organizations and monsters or all of the evils of the world. There’s more to being a hero than just having a hidden identity and wearing some fancy costume. There’s more to being a hero than fame, fortune and all those worldly things.
A Hero is someone who puts others before himself. A hero is someone who stands up for what is right, for what is just, for the truth, for good, and all the positive things in the world even as people shun him or hates him for it. After all, it is said that when you are doing something right and good, you will find yourself at opposite ends with the world. It is as they say: “If you’re hated, that means you’re doing something right.”
A Hero is someone who helps others without thinking so much of rewards. He helps people because they need help and should be helped no matter if they are rich or poor provided that the help they need is genuine and in no way connected with evil deeds.
A Hero knows that he cannot do everything by himself. He knows that he needs others and have the courage enough to admit his mistakes and defeats.
A Hero is someone who, although he may be defeated, stands up one more time than he falls down and continues to rise up. He believes that failure is not an option and that when he fails he doesn’t really fail in a sense and that he would only fail if he stops trying and gives up. He also believes that just trying is not enough and that he needs to give it his all no matter whether it be a small endeavor or a great one. He believes in the saying that goes: “Do or do not, there is no try.”
A hero is not someone who rushes into the bullet fire, after all, that is not heroism, it is suicide. But rather, a person who values life – his life, other people’s life, or the life of the smallest living creature in the planet.
A hero is a person who do not judge an evil person and condemns that person to death, but someone who tries to understand what drives a person to be evil and cut off the that route and gives that person another chance. He believes that good and evil are just perspectives and builds his moral character from there.
There are a lot of simple things and events that can turn an ordinary person into a hero. A hero could be that little kid who throws his garbage at the trashcan at all times. A hero could be that old woman who teaches the little children about God and goodness. A hero could be that young man who uses all his resources to help a wildlife preservation organization. A hero could be you and me if only we could realize the beauty and worth of doing small acts of bravery, courage, kindness, humility, and friendliness.
Although, we should always remember:
A hero is not measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.