I have had a thought. I realised some months ago that playing strategy games and such makes me wish I really was a great emperor, with all that power. But now I have found out that this wish is just part of a greater, simpler desire.
The youthful, boyish desire of being a hero. Now, that is a rather childish desire, but I'm not really concerned about that. Now that it's there, let us have a closer look instead. If the devil is in the backyard, there is no point locking the front door. Unless the milk-man is having an affair with your wife.
See, the unveiling of this desire made me think. And thinking is good. I enjoy it. I had a very nice mix of loneliness and impressions on Sunday, that always gets me thinking. What I thought about is this:
Heroes does not arrive to face challenges. Challenges produces heroes to face them.
Heroes does not exist until a situation calls for them. Until then, they are ordinary people, or perhaps even misfits. Hero material in deposit.
There's this guy I grew up with. He was rather clever, and people just seemed to follow him, but he could never fit in the systems of society, like school.
I wonder if he is one of those. I mean, if he had a challenge to rise to, would he?
If so, how many are there out there, heroes which destined has doomed to become misfits instead, because they live in a world without challenges?
5 attempts to coup this post so far.:
wheeeeere you go pigeon???oneone
no but, seriously.
I am iron man in desguise as Zorro, which really means I'm a misunderstood batman. So we can conclude that I am the red lightling with a hunch of superman in me, but on the inside I'm just Klarky Cent who needs someone to hold my hand.
I will save your day
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Well put, Audun.
You should read Guards! Guards! The plot is kind of about what you just discussed!
(Meanwhile we should all throw in something into the "Kida Aid Fund"!!
Ok. I shall throw in a night or two in Launceston, and a place to stay!
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