We Can Be Heroes

We Can Be Heroes

This song plays in my head on repeat mode sometimes. Sometimes my thoughts wander around and end up on this song. It is not really the song itself, but rather the spirit it captures, that I love: We can be heroes.

At the end of the day, almost everyone is struggling to be a hero, in some way or the other. To do better, score better, earn better, be healthier, be more appreciated, be more loved, be more successful, be better. There is an inherent desire to be better or be seen as better in some way or the other. It may manifest in a myriad ways, but it is there. Everyone trying to better their own selves or appear better to someone else, or wanting a tick mark from someone else on who they want to be. It is probably the single most important reason that causes suffering. As long as you feel that suffering, you cannot feel completely proud of yourself and feel content and happy with your life. There will always be something else, someone else—there will always be greener grass on some other patch in the planet. You want to get that patch.

So much of social media hate can be explained with it. You dislike someone just because you think they are better than you at something. You feel disgruntled because someone did not notice you or reply to you. You feel unhappy because you don’t have the “right” number of followers, which will prove to you how amazing you are. I am not mocking. I am just spelling out thoughts I read every day. You feel judged, scorned, small…you feel less than you would like to feel.

But what if we could feel like heroes right where we are?

The problem with the rat race is that even if you win, you are still a rat. Lions don’t race. They bask in the Sun, celebrating their own glory.

There is something fundamentally wrong with a society that brings you up to believe that you need to do xyz, and have abc just to feel good about yourself. This idea is so deeply ingrained that even when the people around us change, the idea is still there, like the blood running in our veins, and we keep fighting ghosts half our lives, not stopping to feel absolutely amazed at who we already are. No matter where you are, no matter what has happened to you, no matter what you succeeded at or failed at, there are still a gazillion reasons to just feel proud of yourself, happy about yourself and celebrate yourself as you are, without caring about how people look at you and what they think of you and how they treat you and how they talk to you and whether the respect you or not. No, none of that matters. People wear a façade. Nobody is perfect. But nobody wants to show that they are less than perfect. Everyone wants to maintain the mirage that they are perfect without inwardly believing so. That is the whole problem.

So chuck people altogether. No matter who you are, where you are. You don’t need to buy yourself a tiara, but just take a few minutes just to feel great about your own self. DO IT as a conscious practice, as a meditation. You have to be your own biggest supporter. And we can all be heroes, and not just for one day. We can just choose to be the heroes of our lives, it is just a perspective shift. Just change the glasses with which you look at you.

And here’s the song by the Wallflowers (the original is by David Bowie, but I love this version better. It rocks harder. Video is pretty meh, but the song is good.):

Photo by Houcine Ncib on Unsplash

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