Epitome of a Hero

Author's note

Have you ever felt so powerless?

Like everything you do never suffice your thirst on living your life in the way, you want it--- like nothing is eventually enough, no matter what you do, to reach your dreams.

Sometimes, I think that I'm better off dying than to live this life of mine-- full of regrets from what I could have done when I was younger. It's actually easy, I can just jump off the building, or maybe overdose with some pills, but the thing is when I do that, what could I possibly achieve?

You see, I can slay my own life, but being on the verge of death can actually make you think that "No... I don't want to die, or no... This is not right, it's not yet my time" and when that happens, you'll regret, even more, it was never a good thing to die in vain, especially if your life expires whilst you think of those words. What's greater is to die with honor, knowing that at least you've done something, knowing that at least you tried even though it didn't get any better. I thought of this story, at the edge of my own breakage, “The Epitome of a Hero” the power of being you may bring something that will ignite your very soul to want to live for the better-- what really is a hero? Is saving yourself from the suffocation of your own life count as being a hero?

I think it is. What about you?

"I am a woman, hear me roar." - Helen Reddy