Confessions of a 5'1"

So I can be a bit of a cry baby when it comes to little things.

There are many things I'm incapable of doing, and even more that isn't my forte.

I sleep a tad too long every day and pay attention to things that really don't need it.

I get distracted by trivial things along the sidewalk or in a store and have to stop whenever I see something shiny.

On my weaker days, I have to carry my two stuffed animals with me.

On my stronger days, I have to look cute or else I won't step outside.

I seem to always need useless devices, or another of something I already have.

If its not a certain color, I won't accept it and would rather end up empty handed.

So I can get a bit too emotional sometimes.

But hey, the puzzle pieces fit.

So it's okay.

Conventional bravery, stock chivalry. A stead gallant enough to ride into a war, trusting to come out barely unscathed. Slaying goblins, sorcerers and wizards, but most gloriously a dragon.What children anticipate, hang their hopes on. It is quite unfeasible to take on such a beast, how does he do it? And in conclusion, returns a hero.

Perhaps when they get a little older, like me, they might realize:

No matter how strong...

For a human to fight a monster means he has submerged his humanity

and ultimately transformed himself into a greater monster.