This is some random stuff that I was thinking about a while ago, and couldn’t be stuffed posting it. Now I don’t have anything to do so I figure I could put this stuff up…
Heroes don’t leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn’t wear boots and capes.
They bleed, and they bruised, and their super powers were as simple as listening, or loving.
Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were hopelessly knotted, they could untangle someone else’s.
And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue them right back.
We can all be heroes. All it takes is one little thing.
To sit, and to listen.
Whether you are in the same room on the other side of town or the other side of the world, all you need to do is to listen.
And that’s the beauty of it all. Just being there, for that’s what will ultimately make the world a better place.
Icarus FordeEverything Icarus
