I want you to picture the most magnificent ancient structure on planet earth. The one that comes into your mind when you think of the apex of civilization.
That wasn't built by heroes. A bunch of Alexanders didn't come together and raise that. That mastodonic emblem of achievement was dreamed of, designed and built by men that many online posters would call "mid" or "wifeguys".
Dudes who weren't exemplary genetic specimens. They probably weren't especially handsome or tall or "great" in the proper sense.
They were men who were like their fathers who were like their fathers before them. They learned from long standing transgenerational traditions. Men who dutifully toiled incrementally during their short stint on earth and passed it to their sons.
They maintained the longevity and stability required to conceptualize and construct the greatest things man has ever seen. Things that we still look upon with reverence and mourning.
These buildings are what tie the tales of heroes to our world. They say "You will never forget that Caesar was here".
Instead of stagnating in the intoxication of romanticisms about heroes, moaning about how our hero arc hasn't come, that this system disallows us from becoming the next Alexander.
We should instead have an inspired realism about our limitations with who and where we are today.
I would rather be a maxxed out mid than a hero who never could be. The top dog instead of the mutt who fancies himself a wolf.
Yet another layer of internalized self-hate that stifles our ability to achieve victory and love ourselves in this short time we have in this beautiful gift we call life.