Heroic musings.

I wrote this in August, before my Mum got sick. Before we even knew there might be something wrong. I'm glad I wrote it, and I'm glad to say I still feel the same way.

What defines the word "hero"?
What constitutes this highest of accolades?
I have heard the term applied to a range of situations:
Our troops fighting and risking their lives,
Footballers and filmstars we aspire to emulate,
Legendary figures who fought oppression,
Humble people who go the extra mile to make life better for others.
I do not think celebrities are heroes. They just got lucky, whether genetically or by virtue of their situation.

My hero is my mother. And my Gran and my Nanna. The women of my lineage. So strong and fierce in their love and passionate in their defence of their families. These are the women I aspire to emulate. These are my heroes.

Expressive musings.

Someone once told me "we all need to express ourselves" and the words stuck with me. Unfortunately the someone in question was highly innebriated and trying to get me to go to a motel with him (classy) but the point remains the same.

Humans are intensely emotional beings. Some show it outwardly more than others, but we all feel emotions. Just because we don't all give in and have a screaming match every time someone disagrees with us doesn't mean that in our heads we aren't committing acts which, were we to act upon them, would ensure us a lifetime sentence or two.

The man who teases me most for crying at films writes poetry himself.

So here is my form of expression. Word vomit. Verbal diahorroea. Literary ramblings. I hope they make you think a little, or at least entertain you briefly.