Victory is believing. Believing is sacrificing. Sacrificing
is death. Sacrifice is victory. Victory isn't winning, not
at all. Victory is accomplishing. Nothing is
won nor expected to be won when accomplishing. And there's no
winning involving sacrifice.
Superman is a hero. He destroys the "evil" people and saves
the "good" people. But what is someone who kills both? Who
saves both? And what is
someone who does nothing about it? Who is evil? Who is
good? If the good people are killing the evil people, doesn't that
make them evil too? Wont that
result in even more killing? More sacrificing?
There's no such thing as a hero.
You cannot ask why man kills. No one really has an answer
to that, and chances are, no one ever will have an answer. Just like
you cannot ask the soldier,
who stands in the middle of the room, holding his gun, his only possession
other than the clothes on his back; the soldier who has blood dripping
from his
fingertips onto the floor, staining it with memories of the battles,
with the victories, with the defeats; the soldier who's eyes show no emotion
because there
is none left; the soldier who saved your neighbor's cat from falling
off a tree, and then killing it with explosives from there next mission;
why he kills.
There's no more love. There's no more life. Everything
is falling downward into blackness of space, and my soul. Hearts
are crushed. Bodies are crushed.
Words are shattered and torn apart just because people want to fight
each other. There is no co-operation. We are animals, and there
are life forms
laughing at us, just as we laugh at the stupidity of mere ants running
for their lives...because a little girl spilled her bucket of water on
them.
Do you ever wish you had wings? Do you ever wonder why
you don't? When will the fighting end? Do you ever want to
fly away from it all? Do you
want to escape the sacrifice? And the killing?
If I'm the hero, am I supposed to be happy? Is that what
I'm here for? To kill and be happy that I saved the world? The truth is the world can never be
saved. And humanity can be saved from its own foolish acts. Am I supposed to feel a sense of accomplishment when I kill someone? Is that even right at
all? The truth is...there is no second chance in life. You've got to be careful what you're dealing with, and who you are. But a word of advice, don't be the
hero.
Page of Heero Yuy's journal
Found three days after he killed himself in his apartment
It was the only thing left inside