Why is it that heroes are always characterized as brave?
In every story and movie I know, the hero (despite whatever shortcoming they have), is always being depicted as courageous. The Gryffindor. The dauntless. The brave warrior. The valiant avengers. Why? Why can’t we be heroes without being brave?
I thought about this from time to time. Why can’t someone be considered a hero simply because he’s smart? Because she’s kind? Because they’re honest? Or simply because they quietly follow the rule and doesn’t hurt anyone?
I’m not brave. I never was.
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. . And though I’m here trapped within the woods with their snares wrapped around me . . . I looked up to the sky, and see the sun above.
And I know, that everything is going to be alright.
//Photo taken by me, at Hakone, Japan.
I know that life is supposed to be some kind of a journey filled with little stops. And I know that it’s supposed to be measured by the little things, like daily achievements and simple joys and whatnot.
But sometimes, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be fighting for.
Yes those little things seem important. But what do you do when you can’t see the big picture?
They say that life is like a journey. But what kind of journey would that be if the destination is simply a question mark?
I don’t think that I’m aimless per se… but it’s like navigating through a long train ride, where there are so many different tracks that looks very similar to one another in front of you. And somehow, the scenery never really changes.
What would you do?
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