I watched the new Superman movie, and I thought it was really well made, kudos to James Gunn and the actors. The argument between Clark Kent and Lois at the start was outstanding. There were scenes that actually made me emotional, seeing Superman wrestle with conflict, feeling lost, carrying all these human emotions while just trying to be a good person.
I’m still trying to figure out why certain superheroes have to live a double life. Why work so hard to hide themselves from the world, letting only a few know their true identity? Is hiding your true self an act of fear or an act of heroism? Is it a way of saving ourselves, or a way of hurting ourselves?
What if some people simply can’t show their true selves, and the only way they feel safe is by hiding? Should they step out and be themselves anyway, or could being true to themselves actually cause harm to others? My mind spins with questions. If I speak the truth, am I protecting people, or am I hurting them? The human brain is complicated. It affects us and the people around us.
What if not revealing my true self is protecting others, but slowly destroying my own worth? And yet how can you love without some kind of sacrifice? I wonder if life could be simple instead of so chaotic.
What if staying silent keeps a relationship, but speaking from the heart risks losing it altogether? Do I really want to go to the grave as an impostor, someone who’s been lying to others, but mostly to myself?
I ask these questions not to get “right answers” but to find the kind of answers that could actually transform my life in an instant. I want change in my mind, not just head knowledge or the willpower to choose hard things.
Sometimes I wish my life were like a two-hour movie where characters grow in minutes, heartbreaks heal in a moment, and transformation happens in seconds.
One thing I loved in the movie was when Superman asked for help. It showed that no matter how tough you look, you still need people. You still need help. I keep reminding myself: ask for help, and if someone helps you, be grateful, not guilty.
I’m trying to open myself up, to be real with myself and with others. Will the truth hurt? Yes. Will it expose me and make me vulnerable? Yes. Will people leave? They might. My brain wants a shortcut, but shortcuts often lead to longer journeys.
It’s like waking up early to hike a mountain just to see the sunrise. It costs you your sleep and energy, but the view makes it all worth it. So maybe I just need to give myself some patience, though patience isn’t exactly my strength.
Don’t give up on the journey. Start with yourself and God. That’s a good start.
Maybe being a superhero means being strong for others, yet also being weak, dependent on God and willing to lean on the shoulder of a friend.