Sometimes we all have this crazy thinking that we're superheroes.

Wouldn’t it be nice to be like Superman? To be faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound?

Or Batman? Who doesn't possess any superpowers yet uses his resourcefulness, insight, and years of rigorous training to make up for the absence of any other special abilities? To be physically at the peak of human ability, and intellectually, peerless?

Or maybe even Spiderman? To have the ability to cling to walls, superhuman strength, a sixth sense ("Spider-Sense") that alerts us to danger, perfect balance and equilibrium, and greatly enhanced speed and agility?

Life will be so much interesting to live this way right? You lead a less than spectacular life in the day, and at night, you fight crimes that leaves your best friend in awe and your enemies shaking in their pants. You don't worry about losing the battle because it's a "sure-win" situation. And at the end of the day, Good will always triumph over the evil.

How nice if our lives work this way.

But we all tend to forget sometimes that we are human beings. Normal human beings who can feel, who will make mistakes, who will fall. Human beings who are less than perfect.

There's only so much our shoulders can take, and so much space our hearts can contain.

We’re not immune to the pain, the anger, the bitterness, the disappointments, the temptations this world throws at us no matter how we are always sure we are. We’re not spared from the agony of losing that someone dear, or from loving that someone who doesn't love us back, but such is life.

We can always be thinking of others before we think for ourselves.
We can be doing a million and one things for people everyday.
We can be caring and loving every single person.

But for how long?

For how long can we remain selfless?

For how long before the rejection and disappointments from people set in?

For how long before we tire out?

For how long before we decide we wanna stop loving?

Vladimir Nabokov once said, "Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much."

Staring into the Abyss,