If someone wrote my life into a novel... I probably would stop reading after page 10.
...
We fall in love with the heroes of old. The ones that seem to do the impossible. Their outrageous deeds hiding the humanity that we secretly respond to.
Something calls us to live better, and so we go and buy a computer and a tv. We demand a greener planet and say that war is wrong.
We want to be like the hero...
We want our lives to have meaning.
But do they?
or
Are
We
Stuck
On
Page
Ten?
The idea of becoming our own protagonist seems extreme, if not problematic. Its not like we have the ultimate odds stacked against us like the heroes we so admire... Its not like every decision we make could be the end of a whole generation...
Maybe that's our problem. Its not like we get dropped out of a nest once we're old enough... Not like we get told we're the one that was born to save (insert most action films here).
we're waiting for someone else to kickstart our lives for us. Waiting for our lives to have sudden reason.
Sure the odds do suggest that if you ride the same bus enough times some idiot will strap a bomb to it and you'll have to drive it to safety... *cough*
We are too scared to admit that we're the ones that have to start our story...
My story.
And by that, its up to us to make it interesting...
