it's a bird, it's a plane, it's! not a hero ...

so basically i'm not a hero.

i don't have a huge problem with that - but it'd be nice. i don't necessarily yearn for the stardom presented with all things heroic - but it would be nice to wake up, look at myself in the mirror and know that i've saved lives, or at least impacted them.

wait though. have i?

i know that people haven't literally saved my life - but i have heroes. ordinary, everyday, seen-them-in-their-boxers-getting-the-paper kinda heroes.

perhaps they've said something life-critical to me. or maybe i've bettered myself through their guidance.

what heroic deed have i done?

to be honest - i can't think of a darn thing. wish i could.

i guess to be some sort of a hero - i have to go through some sort of inner change. some kind of transformation that separates the (men from the boys - haha) old me, from the new me. i need to break down the berlin-like wall that is between my potential for greatness, and the lowly position i'm in right now.

and eventually, maybe, hopefully...

i'll be a hero.