Do I believe in superheroes? No, the older I have gotten, the more I have fallen in love with the idea that not the extraordinary or the supernatural has merely been imbued with human characteristics, rather the idea that within humanity lies the greatness. My heroes have always been real people.

I like to think of pride as if it were a bag, the prouder the man the smaller his bag. Proud men with their small bags are filled easily, once filled so they must announce that to the world and engage in pride, the humble however are different. The mysterious guiding force of the universe that fills these bags of proud and humble alike with things worth being proud about, the humble though walk life this life with bigger bags whom this force not only fills with things but is compelled to in attempt to fill that emptiness. Perhaps that is why the humble more often that not get so much more, yet never boast about it for they know there is still yet more to receive.

We all know those wandering souls, those strange people that seeming appear from nowhere at the door step of our existence. They enter into our lives as a guest would ones home, they stay for a time yet unselfishly they do not a make a home of it yet care for it all the same. Like all guests they too must leave, going as they came without any expectation. Yet what remains is the impression they make on you, how they change you.Even in their taking leave they manage to give. It is only then their beauty is truly understood.

Inspiring people do not insert new ideas or feelings in others. The secret to their gift lies in their words and actions, their supernatural ability to cast light into the dark recesses mankind’s minds and hearts allowing to people to bare witness the truths that were already within them but not readily seen.

Life it seems, at least in my understanding is not too different from the timeouts from my youth. Funny how the passing of those minutes in that corner felt like years, yet life is also measured in years. It is not something that is particularly enjoyed, just endured for the time being, like timeouts eventually it to shall come to pass.

So today is the birthday of a great personal hero of mine, The late Bhagat Puran Singh. The picture below exemplifies the rare quality in the man I have come to admire. In that even the dying for whom life has begun abandoned, are not beneath compassion or care. That human life no matter the condition is worth caring for, worth loving and nurturing. That a man no matter how difficult the odds must continue do what he feels is right. That is a bravery not written books or shown in movies very often. Yet a bravery that is very necessary in this world. The man though poor and with a grade 10 education, would in the eyes of many be regarded as a failure, yet he is not, for the man who through his actions has taught the true meaning of humanity something many schools and philosophers have broached yet few demonstrate, for it is not who is a person that defines their worth in this world, rather the what they do the life given that is.
“Freedom is not an achievement but an opportunity.” – Bhagat Puran Singh