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the draw of superpowers.


okay, i admit, im addicted to heroes. there's just something about it that keeps me going.. sure, the plot is intriguing, there are tons of eye candy, but there's something more to my fascination that i cant quite put my finger to.

After watching season3, episode 14 last night, i finally understood. the episode starts out with peter(who had lost his powers), feeling an utter sense of helplessness when he was not able to save a guy from a car crash. While his paramedic friend consoled him saying that it was not his fault that he couldnt save the world himself, Peter clearly thought otherwise in his poignant comment; "I should have been faster, I should have been stronger."

And then it was all clear to me. I loved heroes, because somewhere deep in me, I knew that there was only so much i could do, clearly limited by where i am, what i was.

The frustration of should haves plagues all of us. There's that longing in all of us, i reckon, to be someone special.
Someone who finds meaning in his existence on this planet,
Someone the planet finds meaningful in his existence.

Where will you go running for these answers?

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