02-11-2015, 07:05 AM
I have always found the best superhero stories to include periods of despair, self-doubt, and yes, even outright rejection of purpose. It is that touch of vulnerability and human-ness that makes us, I mean, them, relatable. It allows us mere mortals to see a sliver of ourselves in those otherwise super-human characters. It demonstrates that even the mightiest struggle. That the greatest power of all is facing the enemy within and overcoming.
American superheroes do give up. They lose direction. Lose a sense of purpose. Faith abandons them. But never permanently. We, uh, they, eventually dust off their spandex, patch their moth eaten capes, and are reborn. Higher. Faster. Stronger. Sometimes, all it takes to ignite those phoenix flames of resurrection is the right motorcycle. Or three-wheeled thingy.
American superheroes do give up. They lose direction. Lose a sense of purpose. Faith abandons them. But never permanently. We, uh, they, eventually dust off their spandex, patch their moth eaten capes, and are reborn. Higher. Faster. Stronger. Sometimes, all it takes to ignite those phoenix flames of resurrection is the right motorcycle. Or three-wheeled thingy.