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Thirteen years ago, on September 11, 2001, quite a few people lost their lives to terrorism. Yet, their name lived on. They were heroes.
What exactly is a hero? For some, it is something along the lines of Spider-man, Batman, or even Superman. For others, it is a hardworking father or a loving mother. For still others, it is a selfless being who dedicates his or her life, and even risks it at times, for the benefit of others. For me, though, it’s everybody. I believe that each and every one of us is a hero, because, according to my understanding, a hero is one who is able to regain composure and move on each and every time the world slaps them squarely in the face. The world often tries to overwhelm its people, trying to drown each and every person in their own tears. All people have been swimming through the sea of life, making their way to shore. Meanwhile, as they try, the waves of this majestic ocean toss them around and pull them under. Nevertheless, these determined swimmers fight to the surface and taste the sweetness of air once again. And they keep on trying, even as the salt stings their eyes, because the sensation feels good. It is the emblem of hard work pricking with satisfactions. And these swimmers swim on.
I daresay that everyone can swim. Because we all have been paddling from one moment of life to the next, all of which aren’t necessarily “good”. I believe that each person has a story- a hike through mountains and valleys, through blissful instances, as well as not-so-blissful ones. But no one every stops... they go on, which is, in itself, beautiful indeed. Each person has had to face the difficulties of life, but all find a way through the maze of sadness.
The hardest thing in life is, more often than not, letting go. But we all have finally unwrapped our fingers from the briefcase of the past and have continued walking forward. And that is what I call brave- not letting the past weigh one down or enabling it to deter one even the slightest. We all have been through rain and sunshine, but we haven’t let ourselves get lost in the mysterious, fluffy clouds that tower above as we move on.
And that makes us all real heroes.
What exactly is a hero? For some, it is something along the lines of Spider-man, Batman, or even Superman. For others, it is a hardworking father or a loving mother. For still others, it is a selfless being who dedicates his or her life, and even risks it at times, for the benefit of others. For me, though, it’s everybody. I believe that each and every one of us is a hero, because, according to my understanding, a hero is one who is able to regain composure and move on each and every time the world slaps them squarely in the face. The world often tries to overwhelm its people, trying to drown each and every person in their own tears. All people have been swimming through the sea of life, making their way to shore. Meanwhile, as they try, the waves of this majestic ocean toss them around and pull them under. Nevertheless, these determined swimmers fight to the surface and taste the sweetness of air once again. And they keep on trying, even as the salt stings their eyes, because the sensation feels good. It is the emblem of hard work pricking with satisfactions. And these swimmers swim on.
I daresay that everyone can swim. Because we all have been paddling from one moment of life to the next, all of which aren’t necessarily “good”. I believe that each person has a story- a hike through mountains and valleys, through blissful instances, as well as not-so-blissful ones. But no one every stops... they go on, which is, in itself, beautiful indeed. Each person has had to face the difficulties of life, but all find a way through the maze of sadness.
The hardest thing in life is, more often than not, letting go. But we all have finally unwrapped our fingers from the briefcase of the past and have continued walking forward. And that is what I call brave- not letting the past weigh one down or enabling it to deter one even the slightest. We all have been through rain and sunshine, but we haven’t let ourselves get lost in the mysterious, fluffy clouds that tower above as we move on.
And that makes us all real heroes.
