I offer one nugget of pride in the midst of a lot of recent angst, which was well-justified.
At a blank slate level, without content or context, we all have a little scale in our heads. One cup filled with desire, the other filled with fear. When the desire outweighs the fear, we act. Like some of us have a surplus of desire, so fear has limited power over them. Our desires overpower the fear that would stop mortal men. These desires are so powerful, in fact that we charge forward in situations where we really should stop. We defy laws and social conventions that would paralyze most others, because desire is like an irresistible engine strapped to our ass.
The quintessential hero. What would life be without heroes and what makes us heroes? What is it that is unique about them, anyway? What makes a hero unique is his method of “using his mind” – his unflinching commitment to facts, even if they are unpleasant, painful, or frightening. He functions rationally, holding an undeviating allegiance to reality that his most honest judgment grasps. To begin with.
A hero’s life embodies a proactive eagerness to seek out truth and an inviolable willingness to accept it, no matter its content. He recognizes that man can only achieve success and happiness by revering reality.
He doesn’t consider facing reality a duty or something that requires tight-lipped stoicism. Instead, he celebrates reality, joyously recognizing that consistent adherence to reality is at the core of self-interest. He knows that a willful departure from reality is the essence of self-destruction.
The angst is over now. Then, you re-discover Joy. At the core, Joy has no boundaries, it is an end in itself. Joy is this, too: nothing hurts anymore. Anything capable of doing it goes in to a certain point and no further – powerless to touch that core within…