Short Stories

Hero

Can't wait for the day he'll come. The day he'll come save the world.

Hell to him.
There's no such thing as a hero in this world of struggle. This world where war keeps peace.
War is Peace.
My ass.
But it keeps people hating each other, it keeps people fighting.
Equality is a dream. There will always be a low class, a middle class, a high class.
Middle class makes fake promises, lies. Lies to manipulate the lower class. "Hey we'll help you!"
Bullshit.
Once they get what the want to get to the higher class the lower are forgotten.
This structure is the basis of civilization until there's no more the high class can take from the lower.
But they will always be able to take.
Humans have emotions, desires, dreams.
Manipulatable.

There's no hero in a world where distraction and destruction is used. No hero in a world where peace is a word used for an individual.
No way is there ever complete peace.
There's a food chain, the struggle for survival.
It's human and animal.

To you a hero is a person you look up to, let it be physical or philosophical.
But that hero doesn't save everyone.
That magic man in the sky betrays and lies. Where's the help, where's the proof.

Heros are not born.

Heros are not created.

Heros don't exist.

Only a mind willing to destroy the others around them for personal gain.
Only a mind who'd take the liberty to help those less fortunate.
Only a mind that will persist until an issue is solved.
Only a mind that can help make the world a better place.
Only a mind going through the motions of life.

A mind can pick a hero. But no one is a pure hero.
Sins are unavoidable.
Mistakes are made.
Lessons are learned.

But sadly.
Not all learn from those lessons.

So we continue down this hellbent path. Searching.
The biggest most desired dream by all.
By my own wishes.
By my own hope.
Is not power.
But peace that isn't war.
Peace without a hero.
Peace made by minds of many.