Hulk smash or tears through paper…
There are two kinds of people in this world. (Probably the nine most quoted words of the English language) But only because it’s true.
Type 1: Heroes. Ordinary people who “always look on the bright side of life…” (Who is whistling?) People who allow their inner superhero to shine, who saves the world one day at a time. People who unknowingly makes the world a better place for all they come in contact with. Leaving a fragrance of positivity that rubs off on anyone passing by. Those people you want to know, people you want to spend time with, people like my wife. You almost want to run after them, want to cling to there legs, like a desperate child, longing to absorb their energy, their essence…for they raise you up… Ok, let’s not get carried away. You get the idea.
Then there is type 2: Villains. People who basically do none of the above. They just grovel along on a daily basis. Complain about how full of shit other people are, how life sucks and just blaming everything around them for the sorry state of their pathetic lives. We all know them. They pull you down, flood your mind with a dark avalanche of negativity and drags your soul to the pits of hell. Again, let’s not get carried away.
You see I have been contemplating this issue for some time. Why do we get heroes and villans? And the answer, in my humble opinion, would be: Choice. Wow! (Convinced I am not receiving the Nobel price for philosophy on that one) But my question remains: Why do people choose the dark side? Life is essentially a series of events that happen to us and how we react to those said events is a CHOICE.
Case in point, Dr. Bruce Banner, aka the Hulk. For those uninformed around here, he is the big green, testosterone filled, anger machine, or better known as “the guy who side punched Thor in the face.”
Dr Bruce was a mild-mannered, super intellectual, who was an expert on gamma radiation. He was caught in the middle of a terrible accident that changed his life forever. Sound familiar? He turned into this big green monster. It changed his situation, and some would argue, not for the better. Wallmart does not stock his size, as is evident by the purple, shredded pants he’s always seen in.
Bottom line is that after this incident; he’s life changed forever. Every time he gets pissed off, or overly emotional, or squared in a corner he would transform. Bye-bye human, hello monster. And he couldn’t control it. He couldn’t manage his anxiety and stress in particular situations, or what I like to call his post traumatic stress disorder. The Hulk became his nemesis.
He ran away. Hiding from everyone, fearing exposure of the reality that he now has to live with. Staying in ghetto’s, living a quiet life, refusing to confront an integral part of what makes him, him. The fact is that the accident happened and the consequence of that accident is his new reality. It would not go away, and he will not be able to change it. He has to accept it, but the good doctor choose to hide it.
Then things changed. He was summoned by a hot red-head. Someone needed him, or more accurate, the world needed him. The irony was that the world didn’t need Bruce Banner, they needed the Hulk. The world needed the aspect of his existence that he was trying to hide. They needed the survivor, the one who walked through the fire and came out altered, wiser and alive. See where I am going with this?
And when Bruce Banner decided that he had something to offer, when he decided to expose his altered version, then everything changed. The team kicked ass.
People who go through bad experiences and choose to stand up; transforms from victims into heroes. The alternative decision would be to move from victim to villain. And every human being makes that choice daily for these are the only two choices we have.
We need to choose HERO. The world needs them. Let’s choose to absorb all the challenges of life and turn it into something spectacular. Let’s embrace the insults, the bruises and the injuries and walk through the fire with our heads held high. Don’t stop in the middle of the rain storm an open the umbrella, walk until you reach clear skies and bright sunlight.
Don’t be the victim, don’t be the villain. BE THE HERO. Then Captain America will say:
“YOU HULK, YOU SMASH!”