[ WP ] `` Then I 'll put that uniform back on , and do it again . Nobody else can . ''

Should one sit down and count all the problems in the world, the number would be the same. Every day. The problems may be different, but their sum is the same. It has always been this way. Times of war or times of peace make a little difference for the due audience we call mankind. When we actually have least to worry about, we tend to worry the most. Just as dictators create their own enemies, we create our own problems in absense of real ones. Not everyone sees this. 
 
 As chance would have it, most of western world is cursed with the mediocrity. Blessed are those who lack a job, family, house, wealth, health or any other myriad goals we strive for. As animals we were made to move. Move towards something, everything, all of it. Most thorough punishment for a rolling stone is to stand still in content. Young, beautiful and successful beings find themselves shaming theirselves, complaining, being obnoxius. Pondering how cruel their life may be, forcing them to spend their time with their friends, celebrate, leave their mind idle. Having a good time without motive to have one. Obnoxious, yet human. Right there is a fine name for the history of our kin. 
 
 No heroes to be found here, but heroes are not the ones perfect world needs. Heroes are not needed when everything is right, but feels wrong. Times like that require no solution, they require a scapegoat. Nothing is more beautiful than hating oneself in spite of everything you are. Or so they say. It makes people, even friends, great annoyance. Their need for a villains makes them the most boring kind of villains; villains who only haunt themselves. Now, villains are not made with that goal in mind. Villains are performers for wider audience. No heroes without villains. Become the villain, become a hero. Offering for the lesser folk. 
 
 When people need a a vent for their discontent in their lack of real problems, they do not seek a hero. They seek a villain. They may not know it and would be even less eager to admit it, but it's the unbiased truth. As unbiased as biased truths are. It is wrong to give them what they want, for people rarely know what they truly want. It is cruel. Playing the villain, creating a problem for others to deal with. Exactly what they want and need. Should their opinion be asked, they would call it cruel and unnecessary. A `` thank you'' would be equally suitable, but gratitude is not a uniform I'm accustomed to wearing. My uniform has been the role of a villain in times of need. It is not role that receives praise, but a role that slowly eats away your standing and happiness. Yet it offers others what they truly need. A crack in the perfectly dull portrait. 
 
 Like soldiers who have walked through too many wars, seasoned villains grow brittle. The uniform is not made for everyone to wear. It is uniform most would find unnecessary. Still it is the uniform people are trying to see in the bars and alehouses. Uniform they recognize and subconciously greet. They need it. True hero may be villain to his friends. If time comes, I may once again put that uniform back on, and do it again. Nobody else will.
