While I’m as excited as anyone to see Black Panther, my heroes aren’t super.
While I’m always for representation however I can find it, my heroes aren’t super.
I look up to extraordinary, kind, courageous, and sometimes fictitious people, but they aren’t super, in the emblem embossed sense of the word.
My heroes are the ones that fulfill their goals even when they find it difficult to get up in the morning. They don’t need cloaks or powers. They’re the ones who show kindness and mercy to others who don’t give it back. The swords they wield are blades of moral strength.
I suppose I’ve never been very into the superhero universe. I watched Smallville and some Spider-Man movies growing up, and was dragged to the superhero movie here or there by this person or that. But for some reason, I’ve never looked up to someone made to be super.
And if you do look up to superheroes, well that’s great. My heroes simply can’t be sought or produced. Rather, they stumble into my existence and change it for the better. I stumble upon my heroes, the ones who conquer the world by conquering themselves. They crumble their ego and swallow their pride. They follow their dreams and they don’t forget to be loving to their families.
Granted, quite a few of my heroes are fictional characters. They can be house elves or they can be 9-5ers. But whether they’re made of clay or ink, all it really takes is a kind heart and a will to do what’s right.
I’d love to know what type of people you look up to.