Definition of HERO
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a : a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or abilityb : an illustrious warriorc : a man admired for his achievements and noble qualitiesd : one who shows great courage
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a : the principal character in a literary or dramatic workb : the central figure in an event, period, or movement
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plural usually he·ros : submarine 2
Ask a modern kid who there hero is. It’s probably no surprise that the majority of the time the response will be full of celebrities and sports players… Curses. Sometimes someone on their list might make the cut that’s worthy of hero/ heroine status; albiet dead. Obviously this is a reflection of our value placements in our flashy, splashy, frenetic, bigger-is-better, faster, technologically-infused society. But wait! Fear not, as this isn’t a rant on our scopes or sad states of affair… Hold tight.
Every now and again I like to step back and take inventory of my interests, priorities, actions, and what/ who I appreciate. Knowing too much celebrity gossip, or really any for that matter, has always just freaked me out. I think this stems partially from a deep seeded fear that the info would take up valuable space in my brain. The other part being that I really just don’t give a rat’s ass. It’s just kind of creepy. I never got the fascination with ‘People’ mag, or any of that kind of thing… Different strokes… Keeping abreast of politics is an absolute priority, despite the fact that it generally tightens each and every one of my muscles, as the daily stresses of world events settle in. Man, there is some heavy sh#t going on!
It is my intention in this post, to draw upon the quite, ever present, ever acting champions. The people, places, and things that lend us inspiration and encouragement, just by virtue of being. These are beings who exist, embedded in the very fabric of our lives, as if to sway gently, steadily, and with constance in the background, yet provide a critical placement that is key in the peace that we do feel.
And so, my heroes… are comprised of the little old ladies with practiced, yet natural poise, who carry huge, heavy baskets on their heads, walk for miles, and can laugh with out spilling a drop.
People who have a cause and are rebels who do not lose sight of the grand picture, and remain steady and as light hearted as possible, and bring ease to those around them; effortlessly.
Living, breathing artists who are aware of their God/ Goddess given gifts and do not keep there talents pent up, but share, inspire, create, and spread the colors of their imaginations all over the cities and onto the children, encouraging them and pushing them to do great things.
People who are brave enough to pick up a beat and make it come alive, and/ or who play an instrument and speak the language of love with it, bridging cross cultural gaps. 
The beauty, resilience, and tenacity of every flower, weed, lichen cluster, and blade of grass that bores it’s seed or spore into the side of buildings, cracks of sidewalks, breaks in pavements, whispering softly the song of reclamation.
The humble gardener with the itty bitty plot who gently and wisely tend their crop, planting flora in the name of healthy eating, good living, sharing the abundance, and beautifying the area to make passer byes happy and meet friends.
The ones who let there freak flag fly (say it 5x fast!) and dare to be. And do this just cause why not. 
Motivated individuals who are driven enough to start up companies that do not compromise their morals, that support free and fair trade, a livable wage, and respect to the people and the land.
I will likely have to come back to this and add. Regularly. A roaming tally.
Feel free to add as well… Who are your heroes???
“The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to love, mad to talk, mad to be saved; the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
-Jack Kerouac 
Pigeon Heart Ponderings 
There’s this thing in the UK at the moment where the word “Hero” has been appropriated by the armed forces and basically anyone in the army who’s been fighting in Afghanistan is by definition a hero. If that’s what some people want to think, that’s fine, but it’s as far from heroic as can be to me. I’ll go with your definition and examples thanks.
Kerouac has been one of my heroes for many years, the guy just spoke on the page, whatever wild mad thoughts came got shared, no rules, just how he felt. That’s my sort of hero, someone who tells it like they see it, with no fear. Who isn’t content to follow the crowd, but takes us all to a new place.
Amen, Malcolm. Yes, fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity, as they say. I’m glad we have the same ideas on it.
And Kerouac is one of my favorites, still. I love how his whole thing was to just GO, don’t look back, ride the wave of creativity. No pussy footing around. Boldness and bravery.
Thanks so much for reading. I look forward to checking out your blog as well.
your writing is awesome
thank you!! lots.