As I grow older, and the world becomes that much larger and more complicated, it’s hard not to put aside childish things and ask that your heroes are more like yourself. Superman isn’t like that. Instead of bringing our heroes down to our size, we have to strive to reach Superman’s heights. And that’s hard work. So Superman becomes trite or too simple for these complicated times, because the truth is harder to admit – that to strive to be a good person, to see things with hope instead of despair, is just too hard. Who can live to those lofty ideals? That’s a lot to ask of anyone.

And you know, religious figures have too much… stuff wrapped up in them to be effective role models, in my opinion. At least Superman got to punch bad guys when they tried to hurt the people of Earth. And he seemed to be having a great time doing it. If you’re going to base your life around an ideal, why not Superman? This faithless man will gladly subscribe to that religion.

And so, I refuse to live in a cynical world, where I can change nothing. That I simply must endure these horrible times that I can only watch. I won’t live like that. I want to be Superman. Because Superman is real. I’ve seen him. So have you. You just have to know where to look. You have to let Superman in.

If people want to be cynics, that’s their right. But not me. Look, up in the sky. That’s me. And you, if you want.