I’ve always loved heroes.
I’ve encountered them for years in books and movies. For as long as I remember, they’ve stood in my mind as reflections of the life I’d love to live, a way of existence that’s good and noble and exalted.
Whether it’s Hiccup in How to Train Your Dragon, Diana in Wonder Woman, Fransisco d’Anconia and the others in Atlas Shrugged, or Rapunzel in Tangled, these heroes demonstrate a way of facing the world that justifies itself and makes life worth living.
For years I couldn’t put my finger on it. I knew there was something much better about how their experience of life, but I couldn’t figure out what. I thought it was just a fantasy, that I couldn’t achieve it myself. I longed for it desperately, but I could only do that for so long before I gave in to the futility and went back to living my uninspiring life.
But then I started to have some luck.
I stumbled across self-improvement, and realized I could have that experience of life I’d always wanted. I started working toward it. Yet still, something wasn’t clicking.
Then I found Objectivism.
Objectivism showed me that there’s a whole philosophic base self-improvement requires. It gave me a conceptual framework required to be a hero.
That’s what I’m out to do myself and to help others do: live as heroes.