Hamartia

Hamartia

The fatal flaw that leads to the downfall of a hero.

Every hero supposedly has one. It’s the curse that accompanies the blessing of the title ‘hero’. It’s why I am scared to call you mine. I want you to be; the white knight in shining silver armour so heroically pulling me out from whatever trouble I have got myself into, but what if in doing so I am the one giving you hamartia. What if I create your fatal flaw?

Or what if you have already been the hero of another; does the hamartia carry forward. Has your fatal flaw already been created, moulded, ready inflict its fatality when it is least expected. And I am left wondering; what or even who, is the target? If I do not create your fatal flaw, will I suffer at the hands of it.

Greek tragedy demands that for a story to be of adequate magnitude, hamartia is a necessity. It is the only way the emotion necessary for catharsis can be evoked, and isn’t that a journey we are all on? Catharsis? I have always wanted a story of magnitude in my life. A great love of epic proportions. Something the poets would envy, but philosophy would say that such stories must always contain tragedy; some may even argue end in tragedy.

I fear your hamartia. I fear how it may break an already fragile heart. I fear not knowing what it is, not being able to build the appropriate armoury to try win the fight. Perhaps that is my hamartia. Fear. Perhaps hero or not, protagonist or antagonist, we all are cursed with our own hamartia. The key to a story of epic proportions is not the destruction arising from our fatal flaws, but the new life and growth it can bring. That despite a depleted armoury and unpreparedness we come out stronger from the wreckage.

Who decides what a flaw is anyway? For perhaps your hamartia, your flaw, is actually what I find the most beautiful thing about you. For perhaps that is the true tragedy; that we do not find beauty in hamartia because we fear it so. Perhaps the true fatality lies in our fear.  I am ready for your hamartia, I am ready for mine; for perhaps in our predetermined fate decided fatality we will find true glory.

 

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