I’m sitting here looking over my slowly growing collection of comic books, and I’m thinking about why I like them so much. Why is the world so focused on superheroes? I’ve recently really gotten into comic books, and the desire to read is almost insatiable. But why? The answer is simple. I, myself, want to be a hero. Yes, it would be cool to have super powers, but thats not what I mean. I want to be a hero in the purest terms. To help people, save lives, and truly make a difference. Infallibly good, heroes fight purely for justice and the betterment of the world. My personal favorite is Batman. He is just a man, but with inner motivation and dedication, he does what is right. He isn’t a perfect person by any means, but he still believes in making a difference and will never break his morals. So yes, I want to be a hero. Hell, I can even say I wanna be like Batman. And I’m 18 years old. An adult. But does that really matter? Because it isn’t about jumping off a roof with a red sheet knotted around your neck, trying to fly for the first and last time. Its about wanting to be the best person you can be. Better than the average person. My favorite thing to tell people is how much I like to and am able to help others. I really wish I could do more too. But I’m just a man, doing the best I can, which I am proud to say is quite a lot. But I’ll still flip though those glossy pages with vibrant colors, dreaming of doing what those masked vigilantes can do for humanity. Now, I’ve talked about myself this whole time. But I have a sneaking suspicion that to a certain point, everyone else is like this too. We all want to be heroes. Some already are, and some just don’t know how yet.