(The following is a glimpse into the mind of a Hero who has not yet been written… A Hero I know nothing about except that these thoughts are hers, and hers alone.)
“Tell me, does the world ever give back even a little of what it takes? We heap it with hope and forgiveness, but what do we really get in return?
Lost dreams and an uncertain future. Is there even one thing that makes it all worth it?
The hopeful ones – they have love. But what about the cynics? What do they get out of the deal?
We are forced to live with the belief that the world is exactly how we see it. Harsh, unforgiving and uncaring.
Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn’t give it all up to be one of those with hope. But doesn’t it stand to reason that a few of us must face the ugly truth?
How else can we change it?
Of course believing that change is possible requires hope – since I obviously have none, why struggle each day towards an end I don’t even believe in?
Maybe it’s because if I don’t do it, no one will. Maybe it’s because I know that if humanity continues down this path, we are doomed.
The only thing I am certain of is that I would never be able to live with myself if I didn’t even try to prevent this fate.
That, is my destiny.”
My friend, there be a Hero in each and every one, it is the choosing of cutting his/her bonds that permits the Hero to be brought forth…