We romanticize heroism. It’s in pretty much every story there has ever been.

When someone dies we stick a ‘heroism’ narrative onto their story. We tell people that person was great and their strength in the end was ‘impressive’ and ‘inspiring’

The more I hear this stuff the more I realize It’s empty.

Not only does it hold up an image that no one can live up to.
But It’s not even true. No one chooses to be ‘heroic’

I mean think about it! If a child has loads of surgeries what do they get told over and over? “Aw you’re so brave! I don’t think I could have done that!” Yes you fucking could.

And I’ll tell you why, because you have no choice in the matter. It’s not heroism. It’s lack of choice.

Do you think when I was a kid I was stoically sat there like, “Oh it’s just another heart surgery, but I can make it. I’m tough stuff me!” No! I didn’t have a choice. Things were just done.

Heroism is the biggest myth we’ve told ourselves.

Many people have turned away from old myths about gods and the like.

But no one it seems, is able to, is ready to, leave their hero myths behind.

Even as I say that, I find it hard to detach myself from the idea of heroism. I can think of characters in stories that I’ve admired and still can’t help but cling to an admiration of. Certain people come to mind. And it’s hard to let go and say, “Actually this heroism stuff is bullshit.”

I get it. It *feels* inspiring, at least in the moment.
But it’s an empty myth. We repeat ad nauseam. But we’re also trapped into it.

I don’t think a story can exist and be interesting without some heroic element involved.


Can we ever move beyond heroism?

And as a paradox, could the bravest most heroic thing we ever do be to move on from heroism myths?