as a child i believe that heroes are for real. that a web can be cast to protect me. that when i grow up i will develop laser eyes so that i can save mankind from cruelty and tyranny.of course, i realize that heroes are made-up and having laser eyes can never happen. whats even funnier is that as i grew up i still believe in heroes but not the mutant like superman, spiderman, wonder woman and the xmen. but my idea of a hero even now is someone who can carry me even in ranging storms, flooded streets, and windy afternoons, and this hero wouldn't complain in doing all these cause it will all be for me.tragic part of my sad realization is that all of us whether a boy or a girl we all look for heroes that we set standards in finding him or her. eventhough, love was the standard for it we look for something else.when we've found a love that was true we still complain and in the end we get a heartache. whose to blame?! the hero that supposedly should have done his part? the friend whose so opinionated about it? or ourselves?i think we have no one to blame but ourselves for the failure of this. we knew from the start that heroes are not always there to rescue us from our every heed. but heroes are a pigment of one's imagination that makes us confused between fact from reality.Get MySpace Layouts from nUCLEArcENTURy .COM OR create your own using MySpace profile editor !!!
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