Join Isabel Romero as she shares her journey in health, fitness and mental wellness. Her goal is to serve as an inspiration to others by helping all her readers achieve their personal best.
When I was a little girl, I believed myself to be a superhero. What little kid doesn’t? We are all out to save the world. We believe ourselves to be invincible. We create masks for ourselves and fly around our homes with makeshift capes made out of towels or blankets. At that age, we equate being a “hero” with possessing massive amounts of strength and other superhuman powers like x-ray vision, flying, lighting things on fire, and becoming invisible.
As I grew up, I realized that most of the “heros” in this world do not possess those supernatural powers. They live amongst us, and luckily, many do good for the world. There are others who believe themselves to be heros, but unfortunately, are filled with anger and hate. They operate under this illusion that they are working towards a greater good, when in fact, all they do is spread evil and destruction. We all have an innate ability to be a hero. The type of hero we are to become is usually established very early on in life. The path we choose can either help and create love…or it can hurt and create hate.
We all possess the “power” to change somebody’s life every day. I have been told many times by my friends to “stop trying to save everyone”. It is not that I am trying to save the world (If I could, trust me, I would!) It is just that I realize that sometimes being someone’s hero means doing the simplest of things. Whether it is talking and providing comfort to a friend who is having a rough patch in life, buying a meal for someone who is hungry and cannot afford to eat, or even simply helping a disabled person cross the street. Heros come in many forms and intensities. But we all possess the ability to be one.
One of my favorite characteristics of traditional superoheros is that usually they possess an alter ego. It really is quite fascinating. On many days, they can pretend to be just an ordinary person, somewhat shy, mysterious and awkward. A prime example is Superman, or rather, Clark Kent. Underneath the nerdy glasses of a humble journalist resides a true man of steel, saving the world. Just like Superman, there are many people who keep their true identity secret for one reason or another.
I have been asked most of my life, but much more frequently in the past two years, why I am so “secretive… mysterious”. It always gives me quite the chuckle. Maybe I have a special gift…A special power. You will never know. I will never tell.
Who are you? What powers do you possess? How will you use those powers to better the world today? Make it a point every day to wake up and make a conscious decision to change a life and be someone’s hero. It’s not that hard. Try it. You will be happy you did.
Love, peace, health and happiness,