When I was a Kid I wanted to be a Superhero. I mean who didn’t? My brother and I would pretend to be Superheroes. I would make him be Batman, while I would get to be Superman. I always wanted to be Superman. He was strong, he could fly, and he was good. I’m not sure why I thought of that yesterday, but the memory rolled around in my head.

The thing that really struck me is this; I don’t really care for Superman any more. He’s too strong, too perfect. Being a Superhero is no big deal to him. It’s just the way he is. Now Batman, Spiderman, Wolverine? Not so easy for those guys. They work at it. If I were to pick a Superhero to be now, it certainly wouldn’t be Superman. I’ve got no respect for him.

I guess that says a lot about the years that have passed since I played Superheroes with my brother. I’ve learned that things don’t come easy. You have to work for what you want. What the hell does Superman have to work at? Deciding between Lana Turner and Lois Lane? That guy has it too easy. I think Spiderman is probably the guy who represents my life view right now. Nothing comes easy to him. Sure he gets to climb wall and shoot webs, but the price is high. He’s seen the people closest to him come to harm time and time again.

Yet he stays upbeat. He’s quick with the one liner to lighten the mood. No matter how bad it gets, he’s always still doing his best. Now that’s real strength. I think Spiderman is the Superhero I should strive to emulate. Although, there are days when it feels like the Punisher may be more satisfying.

I guess the trick is to stay in touch with your inner Superhero.