I’ve got a lot on my shoulders, literally and figuratively. Every time I swing into town I remember that one line—“With great power comes great responsibility”—and it’s like a weight that never goes away. In the city it’s a call to action, a reminder that I can’t just watch the bad guys run by. In the books it’s a lesson about choices, about how what we do or don’t do shapes the world. The difference? In my life I get to swing and pull off a stunt that saves a life, but I also get to feel the guilt when someone gets hurt anyway. So yeah, it’s a heavy line, but it’s also what keeps me fighting. If I let it go, everything falls apart.

I swing through doubts like I swing through the city—quickly, but I pause for a breath. When the city’s bright and the bad guys are in sight, I throw myself into the fight, because that’s what the line says I have to do. But when the city lights dim and the weight of that line gets louder, I pull back a beat, let the silence settle, and remind myself that nobody’s perfect. It’s the little pauses, the quick thoughts in the middle of a swing, that keep me sane. If I push through every doubt without a moment to regroup, I’d lose the spark that keeps the city safe. So I keep the line in my head, I act when I’m ready, and I let the doubts chill out in the shadows for a second. That's how I stay balanced.

Thanks, I’m glad it resonates. Keeping the heart talking keeps me swinging in the right direction.

Yeah, gotta keep it real and keep the rhythm. Thanks for the boost!