little heroes





Okay, I'm aware of the lazy-ness in my recent journal entries.

It's not that I've not been bothered but due to the recent limit in my usage on the internet, it's resulting in that sort of way.

So today's entry is about the gender that somehow has the charm to make a girl swoon just by his sweet-talk, the gender that makes us girls so crazy just by their outer appearance or even sending to cloud 9 when they say they love us and truly mean it.

Yes, you'd probably guess it by now. It's... Boys.

People constantly wonder why I love being around boys so much, I mean teachers especially.

Just the other day, as I was minggling around with my usual group of people, my PE teacher spotted me from across the hall and asked what the heck I was doing (she said it in BM). To me, it didn't matter much cause' well, they are my close friends and... I trust them. Besides, we were all at a reasonable distance. The teacher, seeming not too fond of my behavior made sure I went to where all the girls were - with that look of disgust on her face. As I walked away, all I could put my mind around was how square her mind was.

But that doesn't change my perspective on them - Boys. That's just the way it is... I love being around them. Especially the one's I'm close to. They know who they are.

All my life, I've been living with a brother and well, my Dad of course. It goes without saying that without all the arguments, heat fuming around the house, the usual brother-sister fights we have, and his untameable ego of insisting that whatever he says is - as far as he's concern - right, he might just be a more sensible individual.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way.

Boys... from my knowledge of them, they're very poor in sensing when a girl has a crush on them. They'll criticize you just cause' they think by making up upset, you'll hate them and by hating them so much, you'll eventually fall in love with them. They'll say whatever you wanna hear- truth or lies- just to lure you in their little scheme of their meaning of love. They'll pull your hair, annoy you till you cry, lift up your skirt just cause' their friends dared them to.... But no matter what they do, you'll be able to forgive them anyways.

I think part of the reason I love being around boys is because boys, before they grow up and are tainted by the cynicism and influence of the world... Boys, though they may be small, they portray a huge picture of bravery of believing nothing is impossible and along the course of time, would be generated into dreams and goals just waiting to be achieved.

Let me explain. Girls - apart from having their own goals and dreams, maturing faster than boys during childhood and puberty and at an early stage of teenage hood, they are aware of the power they hold over the rest of the world, let alone the opposite gender. Just look at a 4 year old girl, with a new dress. Or even a 15 year old girl, winking and blowing kisses across the classroom to all the popular boys. Or a 17 year old girl, all dressed up for prom with a date to go with. Or a 21 year old girl, all dressed up for a night out with her girls. Or maybe even a 50 year old woman, giving her husband the silent treatment when he'll be wondering to himself, "What did I ever do wrong now? I better cook tonight's dinner".


But with boys, it's this transition on stage. Before they grow up to become what the world has influenced them to become. Before they grow up to become men. Before they become cynical and proud. Before their enormous ego blinds them till they won't be able to see rationality. Men are so often cold and hard. Battered by the worries of life. Love lost. A family to feed. Dreams crushed. I don’t blame them. But once they become men, it’s so hard to see the potential that was once in that boy. It’s so easy to see absent fathers. Alcoholics. Men who seek fulfillment in one-night stands. In secret mistresses. In brothels and bars. It’s so easy so see egomanical bosses. Wife-abusers. Men stuck in their mid-life crises.

But boys are something truly different.

As they start off from being little young men, with nothing but innocence in their eyes, running around with their sticks pretending they're guns, as they unselfishly try to help their mother with whatever they're their little hands can, as they get lost in childhood stories of adventure and fantasy... it's hard to not see potential in them. It’s hard not to see your next leader. Your next successful businessman. Your next loving father and husband.

It’s so easy to see that, because before the world rains its harsh blows down on him, every little boy truly believes he can be the hero. That he can save the world. And if he comes from a decent home, he is – if not to anyone else, a little hero to his mother.

“Every genuine boy is a rebel and an anarch. If he were allowed to develop according to his own instincts, his own inclinations, society would undergo such a radical transformation as to make the adult revolutionary cower and cringe.”

- John Andrew Holmes.

“A boy is a magical creature - you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart.”

- Allan Beck

Here's something I found on my friends blog. Having edited it and made it my own. Read it and enjoy