“We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.” — Brad Meltzer
The biggest problem people have is their belief that they shouldn’t have problems. They have this strange idealism that forces them to believe in fairy tales that can barely exist on paper, let alone in the real world.
Thus, hell is not a place, but rather a feeling you carry around with you. The sense of “not quite.” The bitter feeling of “almost” that fills up your days.
The idea that you are stuck on the fifth chapter of your story and can’t write a single sentence anymore. Your main character does not know he’s the hero yet. He’s yet to figure himself out, has yet to understand his greater purpose.
To most people, it’s as if some part of their soul is missing, and what’s left is condemned to forever miss that part.
Then there are these two words, which I find to be the saddest in all of the English language. If only. The world of “if only” makes us blind to all that we already have. And we become weak because of this. We envy others for what they have, we loathe ourselves for what we do not posses yet.
We keep asking “Why?” over and over again. Why this? Why me? Why now?
And we fail to grasp the simple concept that life is meant to be conquered. That we ourselves are supposed to conquer our own minds and our bodies…
A hero is simply someone who chooses to face his struggles, instead of complaining about them over and over again.
A hero is someone who decides to look for solutions, instead of talking about the same problems.
“Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes.” — Alexandre Dumas
Fight for what you want. Fight for who you want to be.
Be your own hero, because, I’m sorry to tell you, no one’s going to save you. There’s no shortcut to success or happiness or a great body, there’s no happily ever after.
You become. Happy. Successful. Fit. Strong.
You fight overwhelming odds, over and over again, until the impossible become plausible, and then some more until it becomes possible.
We’re all our own gods. We’re all self-made. We build ourselves by sheer power of will. With the help of fate, or against it.
Happiness is progress. Happiness is being confident in your abilities, being aware that the things you can’t do now are not fixed…
You are a work in progress. A verb, not a noun. You are becoming, always changing, learning, accumulating.
Ultimately, a hero understands that he’s the only one writing his story. He doesn’t let anyone near the keyboard, let alone write his story for him. He is the master of his fate, the captain of his soul.