The Human In Superhuman: Daredevil.

At the time of writing, I spent a good hour trying to type out the most florid intro to this piece my mind could possibly conceive. Introducing, foreshadowing, laying out the dots for me and the reader to connect, all in one incredibly well-worded, yet concise, paragraph. I wanted to type something finely crafted. Simple, yet littered with intricate details.  A piece in complete agreement with the text that succeeds it, existing in harmonic symbiosis, if you will. Until I realized that these are things that contradict the very quintessence of The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

Matt Murdock is not a man that lives in harmony. His life is one big brawl between his own beliefs and his surroundings. An embodiment of an attempt to somehow, someway consolidate two complete opposites. An attempt that eventually takes its toll. What once was unwavering faith, an unquestionable sense of duty and sense of self starts seeming all the more fleeting in the grander scheme of things, something we all may go through in life on varying scales.

He questions himself and his resolve, and may even make up his mind to go against his own principles at times, but when all is said and done, he doesn’t. He finds his way back, no matter where the mainstream may be headed. His Catholicism may be seen as his grounding tool, but ultimately, I believe it’s a sense of integrity that transcends religion that makes him who he is. A sense of authenticity, a superhuman will of wanting to stay true to himself. He knows, as we perhaps do too, that deep down, no victory or gain is worth the sacrifice of who we truly are.

He may be called The Man Without Fear, but for Daredevil, there is no greater terror than looking himself in the mirror, and not recognizing the man staring back.

 

 

(^Figuratively speaking. I know that man’s blind. )