-~Vivi~-
I admire Zidane so much.
He's strong. Incredibly strong. He's totally fearless. He can charge into a battle without fear. He can defend those he loves without question. Without any sort of thought of the consequences.
Some may call that recklessness, and maybe it is. But it doesn't even matter to me what it is. He doesn't hesitate. He makes critical decisions in battle. He changes tactics at the snap of a finger. He's a master of aerial combat and ground ability and when he is in Trance, it's like watching . . .
Reckless . . . he wears it with such confidence that you'd never know the difference between flying by the seat of his pants or a carefully concocted plan.
And he's not only strong when we fight monsters. He's strong when he tells all of us that we're strong. He's strong when he asks nothing from us but gives us all that he can. When he loses something dear to him, he commits his entire being to getting it back, no matter what he has to sacrifice in return. He gives us his strength and he gives us his jokes and his theatrics. And like the wisest of sages, when we're at our worst and we think we can't possibly go on, he gives us these little gems of wisdom. Little inspirations and the softest of affirmations that remind me so much of my grandpa before he stopped.
He's witty and coy. He's smart, and brave, and amorous, and theatrical, and . . . I admire him so much. I want to be like him. I want to be strong like him.