Hero or Villain

Sometimes, I’m the hero.

Other times, I’m the villain.
It’s all a matter of perspective.

That used to bother me  deeply.

I wanted so badly to be understood.
To be seen as good, kind, wise, helpful.
But life doesn’t always let you control the narrative.

To some, I showed up as a lifeline.
To others? A storm.

Same actions. Same intentions.
Different angles. Different interpretations.

I’ve learned that being human means playing more than one role 
not just in different people’s stories,
but sometimes even in your own.

One day I’m proud of the boundaries I set.
Another day I question if I was too harsh.
One moment I feel strong.
The next, selfish.

It’s easy to chase the approval of being “the hero.”
But I’m slowly realizing:
Being real matters more than being righteous.

I’m not always going to be cast in the light I want.
And that’s okay.

Because truthfully?
Every villain has a backstory.
And every hero has flaws.

I’m not perfect. I’m a paradox.
And maybe that’s exactly what growth looks like.

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