Wanting to be a hero

I had a big realization two weeks ago. I have grown wanting to be a hero.
When I was 7, I wanted to be a doctor to save the lives of people, of the poor ones especially. Unfortunately, I, too, was poor (I still am), so I stopped dreaming.
When I was 12, I wanted to be a lawyer to defend those who are deprived of justice. But, I found out most lawyers lie in doing their job. Hence, my dream to become a lawyer died from a natural death.
When I was 16, I wanted to be a teacher to educate young people. But I noticed young people like me then didn’t want to be educated. So, again, I stopped wanting to be a teacher.
But, here I am… a teacher. For four years, I have entered classrooms filled with noisy kids, talked about things they don’t really care about, and assigned tasks they absolutely hate doing.
Funny, isn’t it? I’ve had three dreams all my life, all with a heroic goal – that is, for the sake of others – but I ended up like a villain to my students. I wanted to be a hero, and yet, I seem too little to be recognized. Sigh.
I have wanted to be a hero. Should I quit doing so? Well, I guess ‘NO’ is the answer, for maybe it’s not my time to be one yet. Maybe one day, someday. After all, this world doesn’t need a hero if a hero is born and not made through a lifetime of successes and failures...