To Be Heroic

She looked at the shelves of books I have in my apartment and studied the titles of each row. She looked at me and said that she saw the theme. I was never absolutely aware of a theme in the books I had collected. But as soon as she said that I realized that, yes, there obviously is a theme in the words I read and the sentences I expose to my eyes. With a feeling of intuition and a comfort in her words, I felt I knew the next words to come from her mouth. I asked her what she saw. After a moment of finding the right words she said to me β€œto be heroic.” That is exactly the feeling that I search for and try to conjure from the books I find, the words I read, and the life I try to live. To be heroic is a desire for most people. But the youth I lived pulled my eyes to a summit of heroism and engrained in me the ideal of a heroic life. I was told that satisfaction and happiness and glory rest, waiting for me, among the pursuit of achievement, not only for oneself but for all people, and in the bravery expressed in the pursuit for that achievement. Be brave. Be humble. Rip away the fallacies of the world and find beauty in the moments of life, find it among all the victories and all the exhaustion of life. Be heroic.

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