There's so little in this world that can be trusted, so little that is stable, so little to cling to like a child, and then before you know it, everything you know and love is gone. No sudden catastrophes, no nuclear explosions, no emotions, no destruction, things just fade away so slowly you never notice until you realize you can't even recognize your own life, you're just another cog in the great machine, another faceless stereotype in another uniform bought by the thousands. There is no "proving moment," no time to shine, no glory, no nobility. There are no opportunities to be a hero, not a real one at least. There is no moment of truth, where lives hang in the balance and your actions will make all the difference in the world. If there were, maybe it would be ok to see things go, not rotting away into obscurity, but burning out in style.
Why do you think people love the disaster movie? They see themselves on that screen, saving their loved ones from the brink of destruction, defying death and all odds, being a hero, saving the day, breaking out of the drudgery that is life and becoming something more than themselves, something more than their occupations or their bills or their list of contacts. We all want to break out of that mold, we all want to be something more, and yet we are all terrified of taking a step out of bounds. It would take a disaster to get people to set aside their daily lives to live what they haven't dared dream since they were children. How can you set all that aside? Sure, it would be nice to dream, but there are bills to pay, a reputation to upkeep, in-laws to placate, how could you ever go back? My only question is why would you want to go back?
There is some safety in the secret identity. There is always a home to go home to, always a day job. A security blanket for when the day is done, an chance to regress into a normal human being, to have weaknesses and moments of sheer childishness. Superman would never cry, but perhaps as a human… But why would you want the safety? There will always be someone there for the heroes, someone willing to listen and coddle. There will always be chances for the one who saved us all to stand on stage and thank the world for everything, to curl up and let out everything that was hidden behind the mask of determination, to be human. We can all be human, why wouldn't you want to be a little bit more?
Why on earth can't I stay on topic for more than 2 paragraphs? Will someone please tell me what my major malfunction is?
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