When i was a kid every time i see a fire i blame God for not making me a superhero. Because i could have stop the fire in an instance. I grew up blaming God because there are so many people dying but i could not help but watched them suffer.
I grew up wanting to be a superhero, Did you know that i had an accident because i thought i could fly? I jumped from our rooftop then my nose landed on the edge of the table. That afternoon everybody thought i was going to die but like a superhero i survived it. But that never stop me from becoming a superhero. I just thought maybe i don’t have the power for flying like some other superhero so i tried other powers.
I continue my superhero adventure first i started saving my own family. I acted like a superhero to my mom and little sister Basang. I have to grew strong to protect my own family from the devil himself. I have a hard time defeating the devil so I learned the skill of debating, this is my first superpower and his was actually the best power i’ve got up until now.
When I perfected the craft of being a superhero inside our house, I decided maybe its time to save the world. I started saving my classmates like teaching them to learn math and science. But sadly, my classmates don’t want a superhero but a santa clause. They look to the heavens waiting for santa for answers. I was so disgusted so i lay low of saving them.
There were quite a few in high school creatures that i have “saved”. I was selfless, i give everything i can because i know how does it feel to have nothing or nobody. However, I was confused because no matter how i tried to save and catch them they still bleeds. I just thought it could be because I’m just an amatuer superhero so there is something I missed. I just thought that i have to practice and save more people to perfect the craft of saving people.
I was addicted in saving people. I save them from from their loneliness, isolation, heartbreak and from themselves. I thought i was trying to help them, needless i know that by saving them i was actually underestimating their capacity to help themselves. Its not actually saving people from damnation but actually helping them to need me. In the end, i realized it wasn’t them who needs saving but me. Unconsciously, it became my defense mechanism to wear off my empty self by saving other people. Life can be so ironic, its like a clown who makes people laugh but in reality they are actually the one’s who needs someone to make them laugh. I’m a superhero no more, its great to be human again. Whew! 