Be The Hero Of Your Own Novels & Stories

“No, I don’t. I could throw you out. Plant drugs on you, and then report it to the police and make sure you’re sent away for a few years. There are a number of possibilities. But I don’t.” “Then why do you treat me—?” “Because I am not a crutch for you to prop yourself up with. Follow your own path. Figure out your own problems. Be the solver, not the whiner. Be the man everyone wants to be, not the sidekick. That requires you to be strong. The more you can do on your own, the more confident you’ll be. The more confident you are, the more people respect you.” “But—”

Doubt creeps into my mind, questioning whether I am truly capable of fulfilling this monumental task. In the quiet moments, when the weight of my responsibility becomes too much to bear, I find solace in my father's words. He reminds me that heroes are not born, but rather forged through adversity. He tells me stories of great warriors who faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious, their unwavering determination and belief in their cause propelling them forward.

she continues "Don't try and be some super hero, for your own good. Just so you know, whatever you do, I'll know" What?

He promised he would take me there whenever I wanted. "Hey," the sweetest little voice snapped. It was her, the angel that blessed this earth. There was a boy standing over her and they were both occupied with something on the ground. I doubt they knew each other, much less were related. One held a look of pure devastation and sadness while the other had painted on a cruel smile that I hated. I only managed to catch the last end of her sentence. She said something with the word mean, was that boy being mean to her? What exactly did he say something? Those were very valid and reasonable questions to ask, but I decided to charge ahead without asking myself any of these questions. That would be

However, my tears once again betrayed me. They spilled on to my cheeks like two streams of salty water. Before I knew it I was gasping for breath and hiccupping through my sobs, which I desperately tried to control. But my efforts were futile. “Hey. Hey. It is ok. You can tell me anything Clair. You are like my little sister. And sisters don’t hide anything from each other. Do they?” she spoke in a voice that was so soothing. Henry too was looking at me with sad eyes. No. I didn’t want to be vulnerable. I want to be strong. I want to be courageous. So I will face anything life throws at me and solve any problem I face. Wiping my tears away, I tried to speak.

I tried to encourage myself by thinking motivational words. It is okay to be afraid. It is natural to have fear. What is important is how you overcome the fear. Conquering your fear is what matters. Facing your worst fears and coming out as the winner is what makes a hero. I am a hero! I could do it! Prep talk done, I took a defensive stance. It was then that I remembered the thing I should have thought from the very beginning. Last time, I was not able to land any physical blows on them whereas they could harm me easily. The only thing that worked on them was my powers, but they were so wonky that they wouldn't appear when I wanted them to.

"Just trust me and be your former self. It’s the only way you can save yourself from this." "Be my former self?"

I said disappointedly. "You have to believe in yourself Rhea. The only way you can unleash your full power is to make yourself angry for the sake of people you love. If you do not hurry up and save them, you are going to suffer for the rest of your life. Are you sure you are going to abandon these men who never leave your side when you needed them the most."

Maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for redemption. "So if you think of yourself as a monster for defending yourself and your sisters," Abhay continued, his voice gentle yet resolute, "then monsters just might be the new heroes." I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me, a spark of light amidst the darkness that threatened to consume me. Maybe I wasn't a monster after all. Maybe, just maybe, I was capable of something more.

*************************** At any given moment, you have the power to say to yourself: This is not how my story is going to end.