Recently I realized that as a child I basically tried to become a superhero. But I think I just realized, it changed forms and the words I use in my brain for it are less fantastical, but it never really ended.
Superhuman abilities and understanding; bravery to defend the innocent; endless idealism.
What really changed? The colours I wore?
All that changed is I also tried to add visibility to the mix, to perform feats beyond myself with stealth.
That endless idealism bordering on delusion; maybe this is because in those days, and in recent years a few key others, the cost of giving up was just always too great.
So how could I?
How could I give up, not force myself to outlast the evil so it's the evil that gives up first?
(This might become a personal poem. Will see.)
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