Superman

To give up would be certain death. The people on the bridge need him to give his all for their safety. His shoulder ached beneath the weight, his legs about to give way, sweat stinging his face and eyes; he can’t seem to do it anymore. He turned his head toward the heavens and released a primal scream until all his strength left him and he collapsed to the ground bracing himself for the hail of rocks to come crush his spent body.

Nothing. Nothing at all. Seems as though that old stone bridge was never falling.

Enlightenment is to do this with your life.

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