Several weeks ago, I wrote an oral essay about heroes. What I said exactly, I'm not so sure. All I know is that I wrote about how the world has the "average day" heroes, from people who hold doors, to doctors who save the lives of cancer patients. Then I spoke about three individual heroes, Barrack Obama, Randy Pausch, and some African American writer that I forgot the name of. Anyway, I was listening to "Heroes" by Seether, when I realized that the world desperately needs heroes. Think about it; writers and artists for centuries have been dreaming of the day when the world is at peace thanks to a certain hero or a group of heroes. Isn't that where the idea of communism came from (in actuality, it came from capitalism and the Industrial Revolution), well, the purpose it tries to serve anyway. Isn't that part of the reason why the idea of anarchy came up and why Nietzche came up with the "overman"?
So why do the dreamers (the aforementioned people and others in their category) become the ones who take action? Is it because some fate cripples the dreamers to remain only dreamers, or because we cripple ourselves? In all honesty, I don't have the strength nor willpower to become some overman or live to create a Eutopia, but I can atleast help in the small ways. Like presuading little kids not to drink or being mannerful in the little ways I can. I wish I could speak for most people though, which I know I can't. How pathetic is that?
