Call Me Villain

You know, good guys only exist in fictions. That’s the way I see it anyway. I don’t think there’s much of an option between being a villain and hero. Here’s why. Every hero we meet is a villain to someone else. Villains happen to be heroes to people too. I remember watching a documentary on a killer/rapist who had a daughter that had no idea that the man she idolised as her hero, the man who came home to her and her mother every night with flowers, the man who slow danced with her mother on rainy nights, comforted her when she got her heart broken and was always full of nothing but sunshine was the reason behind the deaths of fourteen teenage girls.

There’s a saying I stumbled across one time in one of the books I was reading and it went along the lines of “the depth of goodness you see in a person is exactly what you get from their shadows”. If I was ever presented with the option to be the good or bad guy, I’d rather be the bad guy. In this life, people would come to their conclusions about you. Many won’t even bother giving you the benefit of doubt. All they need is one impression to be convinced that you’re either a good or bad person.

Why there will always be villains is mostly because of one word: entitlement. I don’t think there’s anything that eats and rots the soul like entitlement does, what’s worse is how hard it is to detect. Everyone feels the world owes them something. They might not be elaborate about it like some but it is there. This is why villains would always be born.

See, the worst thing I can do to myself at this point in my life is trying to explain every of my actions. There are things I’ll do that won’t make sense but that is only to those on the outside looking in. It’s so very easy to point fingers and raise questions when we are not the one on the stage. So, if I really had to make a choice, I’d prefer to remain the villain. Heroes are the nice guys. They wear capes (not really) and try to save everyone. I can’t save everyone. I’m not Jesus.