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ImageHeroes don’t exist.

The disney hero with his long blonde hair, crimson cape and trusty white steed – That guy, he’s faking it. Inside, he’s a myriad of emotion, self-doubt and vulnerabilities and you know what, he might not be as squeaky clean as he’d like us all to believe. And that’s the way it should be.

Complex characters are fascinating. I was watching a kids movie at the weekend (don’t knock it, the kids get all the best stories) and the protagonist spends much of the first half of the film idolising his hero. He wants to be him. He hangs on every word. Lives by his hero’s rules. Damnit, that hero is the best thing since sliced bread. So you can imagine the horror the protagonist feels when his hero plummets into villainy. As for me, I squealed with delight.

There comes a point in our lives when our heroes fail us and we realise they’re not super-human, they’re people and people screw up. But you know what, that’s okay and in fact its downright interesting. Nobody is perfect; it’s our foibles that make us who we are.

If there’s a hero in each of us you can bet there’s a villain too.