Superman got nothing on me 😜

True Heroes Don't Wear Capes ✍️️
By: Didge Martin 🤘

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You've admired them all,
The extraordinary people who always save the town;
The supernatural characters who won't let you down.
The stupefying icons who started from zero;
The so-called SUPERHEROES.

But the underlying question will always be:
Why would such superheroes exist in the first place? If chaos reigned the human era, why won't the same humans save it?

But that's the ironic beauty inside.
Most superheroes were just normal human beings until, of course, they have been experimented with, or they have been bitten by an animal that eventually transferred all their powers into their liking or whatsoever.

And then, there's the common introduction. The origin of such heroes. The several backstories that are often tragic or brutally repressed.

I mean, what do you get among these types of stories? Pity? Shame? Revenge? A sense of inspiration? Motivation? How in the world will children understand that you have to be this close to dying first before becoming a mutant or an immortal superhuman?

It's ideally cliche or morbidly too good to be true. And for me it is sometimes... deafening and meaningless or skeptical.

Well, of course as a child, I grew up admiring several superheroes that made me, a normal kid.
Staying late up all night binge watching episodes of my favorite series of Marvel and DC, and even collecting action figures and mimicking their certain powers whenever I deemed to.

But somehow deep down in me, I haven't quite grown fondly on believing that they actually helped me progressed as a child.

Sure, even adults nowadays are still hooked by the latest Avengers Movie, even they have massive collections of toys and action figures that costs twice the price of what they're actually saving for. I can't blame them for a fact that these types of 'joys' make them, human.

Yes, humans love superheroes. We do, we all do. We try to be them, as a matter of fact. But why?

Yes. Why?

If Bruce Wayne's parents death and his fear of bats inspired him to be the "Batman", what difference does it make to a normal kid whose parents where killed in an accident or an ambush, perhaps, that still can't claim justice because his family is just poor. He can't be Batman in an instant. Was it that Bruce was richer than the rest of the kids his age? Or was it the idea that being able to conquer one's fear will eventually bring out the best in you in times of despair and hopelessness? I sometimes get confused of why there needs to be a reason, something that will push you first into liking before you'll make a difference. Can it be innate for starters? Will it take you to be rich first and experience loss before taking a leap of faith and do good?

If Superman's planet never exploded and  they're in good terms with the rest of their godly affairs, will he ever know Earth?
If Clark Kent decided to be a normal human being forever, will it make a difference? What if Lois knew that Clark is indeed Superman and she asks him to stop being a hero to Metropolis and focus on they're relationship, will their relationship last better? See that, everything needs to be systematically set straight before all things are grounded to reality and life goes on. It's inevitably paradoxical in a sense.

Well, what I'm trying to say is that, eventually normal people will realize that fantasy will always stay the same no matter how you'll try to shape the world into your own liking. It's how the system of reality works.

There's this renowned quote I've always admired that is actually speaking the truth: "True Heroes don't wear capes", Indeed we can be heroes in our own subtle ways. No need to have these fancy superpowers and such. What the world needs is a groundbreaking new set of normal human beings who try to save the world with their own skills and abilities that are superhuman-like yet all but good and true and realistic in terms.