Self-doubt, self-loathing, childhood insecurities, irrational phobias, emotional hangups. Why are we so afraid to buck up and become the better part of ourselves?
Spiderman gets the shit beat out of him nearly every day. His opponents are always taller and stronger and have much sharper teeth. Their technologies are far more advanced than Spidey’s humble little web shooters.
Even his peers are superior: Superman? Batman? Thor? It’s a miracle that Spiderman keeps waking up every morning and pulling that mask down tight. The odds are good that one day soon he’ll get killed. He’s come close more than once.
Still he keeps charging. He knows the work to which he is bound. And we cheer him on, from down here in the alleys and the subways. When we look up and see him flying overhead – his muscular body outlined against the cold New York sky – we can’t help but smile.
We can all rise a little higher. But we have to be willing to take some knocks, get called dirty names, even get our egos bruised. And these things are scary. Danger keeps us strapped to our sofas, glued to our televisions. With our insecurities we defeat ourselves before we even try.
And let’s not forget, on top of saving the world, Spidey’s got a job, a girlfriend, and a grandmother to take care of.