My hero.

Independence is really rather difficult when you don’t want to build a wall. Superman stays open, he gets hurt and keeps his faith in everybody, even Lex Luthor. This helps that little nerdy comic book geek within me, myself and I. Superman also went through alot when he was a teenager, it wasn’t just relationships, it was trying not to kill people with this granted strength. It was trying to manage the idea of not knowing his parents or planet. It was the extremely real genetic that he wasn’t even human and although I may feel like my skin doesn’t know me, he wasn’t known at all. He was an alien at first, just some kryptonite freak everybody pushed around as a nerd. Than he built, he built himself and a life around him with as few as five people having his back. One left, one turned evil, and one died. Leaving him with two people and a really frustrating fate. However, since he kept faith in the good of man, since he kept hope in himself and of others, since he believed that he was meant for good and since he wished to have that strength to pursue it… he became more than a superman, he became the symbol of the greatest strength out there. Something more than physical, something deep down within our hearts. He became the image of hope, of belonging, of truth, of believing, he became the symbol of all that is good in this corrupted madness we call home. Maybe that really is all it takes, to get past all the bad and all the pain that gets flung at your face and suffocates your ribcage. Superman, you found love and you became the worlds reason to keep going. Your life is far from easy but my god, you are a god. Superman, you keep me going.