My Imaginary Hero
What is a hero? A hero is someone we admire, for one thing or another, isn't it? A hero can be anyone-can be anything...as long as there is a trait that we admire present. Hitler could be my hero, not because of his ideals for a clean and perfect Germany, nor his goal to take over the world...but because of his persistence and the courage he had at the end of his life, when he killed himself (for, if you think about it, killing yourself takes as much courage as leading an army). I may not think that all together he is a good person-but he can still be my hero. I believe this with all my heart-and so, in a sense, everyone is my hero. To choose one is difficult and takes more thought than one might think. I think...had I to choose one, singular hero...I’d choose Miki.
Miki is a little man who lives in my head along with a small, purple kitten named Poke. I don't know how old Miki is. He's been at the corners of my thoughts for most of the time I can remember. Though he has changed with time, he’s never been anything but helpful to me-offering tidbits of advice or giving me ideas when my proverbial wellof inspiration had run dry. I know that others can’t see his face...or hear, firsthand, the wisdom that he imparts upon me...but he is still the closest thing to a singular hero I have.
I chose to write about Miki for many reasons...one of the main ones is his flexibility he’s shown, as well as the support, trust and devotion he’s given me. When I was young, he offered little things-the warm feeling of a hug when I fell; the soft sound of a lullaby when I couldn’t sleep...he’d pay attention to the world around me even when I did not, and would help me through any situation that I needed help through.
As I grew older, his presence dwindled slightly...he melted into the shadowy recesses of my mind, giving me the opportunity to deal with issues on my own, and build up a sense of self worth and independence. But whenever something truly difficult came my way, all I needed to do was request his help, and he’d work me through it-as partners. He never dominated me completely, always asking my opinions before taking any action on my behalf...always leaving the final decision up to me.
Always, from beginning till this very day, Miki has been calm, collected and fearless. I’ve never known him to panic, I’ve never heard him get frantic about anything. I truly believe that if I were drowning, my consciousness dwindling to near nothingness, his voice would fill my mind, urging me to move my arms, stroke upwards through the water, towards air and freedom. When I reached the surface, he’d not scold me for the stupidity of nearly drowning when I can swim, nor would he desert me...instead he’d make sure I made it safely to shore, offering words of encouragement along the way...and then he might slip away into the back of my mind once again. Miki is my safety net; my support group-and I admire him greatly for that.
Miki doesn’t care what people think-something that can take quite a lot of energy...something that he does effortlessly. Sometimes I’ll find myself in a conversation or debate, Miki’s words trailing eloquently from my lips...Miki’s beliefs seems sound, and always have a basis that makes sense. At the same time, Miki follows his emotions...his personality is a comfortable mixture of logic and personal feelings.
When it comes to philosophies and beliefs, my hero is a little like a stream in the winter. He’s covered by a layer of ice...this layer is strong, able to withhold the great pressures of society. If Miki doesn’t believe in something, it doesn’t matter how many other people do. Underneath the hard exterior, Miki’s stream of though is still running. If something someone says makes sense, or opens the door to a new thought, then perhaps Miki’s thoughts on a subject will shift...
Miki loves to debate things-philosophy and the truths of the modern world...He will always look at both-or all-sides of an issue before choosing his position. Though his beliefs usually seem sound, Miki does not begrudge other people their thoughts...he doesn’t try to change what they believe, no matter how misguided he-or I-think they are.
I choose my little friend Miki as my hero because he is a true individual, and a caring one at that. He takes everything into account and thinks about more than himself...I admire the thoughtful decisions; careful support and the selflessness that he possesses. I can only hope that since he lives in my consciousness, Miki’s wisdom and strength has rubbed off on me, and one day I will find myself as admirable a person as he.
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