Regarding superheroes, we ask the wrong question when we start with personal preference of superpowers.
“If you had the chance to be a superhero, what powers would you like to have?”
Superheroes that we read and now watch in movies get pushed into their roles because of problems or crisis. It’s when you add the ingredients of Crisis and Responsibility then their superpowers become something useful.
Superpowers + Crisis + Pushed into position of Responsibility = The Birth of the Superhero.
The world likes to be wowed, and I guess all of us do; being mesmerised by flashes of brilliance and swept away by charisma. We’re all awed by talent. We even have shows that focus specifically on talent.
But, one thing I’m learning now, once my infatuation fades with this thing called talent; it’s not something that holds. It’s not a sturdy foundation. If we build ourselves on talent and charisma alone, we wont make it in the long run. We’d just be one hit wonders. Remembered today, forgotten tomorrow.
Add talent with discipline. And then as discipline kicks in consistency would be the thing that fuels passion.
If I see talent now, I’d hold back the real applause until I see some discipline and consistency. But most notably, humility.
Gee, it’s hard not to feel frustration fuming. Even when I consider myself a person who takes good care of things especially the ones bought with the produce of my sweat. I think that term seems irrelevant in our modern day and age but you get my drift.
(Back then to the thing I was talking about) It broke.
Just a line but an unmistakable one, that I try to brush off with laughter, with tilting, with consolation, and to some points thinking it was just one of those nightmares I would eventually wake up from.
It’s still there.
And yes, it’s not the end of the world, and yes I’ll eventually choke up enough money to replace the cracked screen. Mishaps like these, one could almost definitely find a solution.
You only lose money or probably some viable documents. Or pictures and apps (but if you’ve synced them in the cloud then they’d be still there). See. Nothing to it. Though I’m still in technological mourning.
But it’s different with the breath of life. When you meddle with life on a knife’s edge, I’m sorry but there’s no solution in trying to feel the physical warmth of love again.
I think it’s time to immerse myself again in words, sentences and the universe of ideas, concepts and structure. It’s been too long. But before any form writing submerges to the surface, I’ve been meddling with the camera on my cell phone (Nokia Lumia 925) and trying to be creative with photo filter apps and just editing (on my cell phone and iPad) whatever I think looks good. If you want to check that out you can click on this link: ART?
Here’s to writing and stuff that expresses the love of art.
This story will not be merely just reminiscing,
not just photographs and picture frames,
and of tomorrow,
there is no need of writing.
This piece (I want to call it some sort of poem but it does not fit the category) is somewhat inspired by “The Words.“
his anger was somewhere else
though it seemed to project itself in his lashings at objects
whatever it was that was within his reach
but what he wanted to reach was not in the present interior
it was somewhere
in which he could not tweak
he could not change
he could not touch
nor feel with his hands
and all he wanted
all he longed for
was not to run
but for him to be real
If I only see the point of being relational in the juncture
of being influential
of being the change
of working out the negatives into positives
then I’ve lost the meaning of what it means
to be relational.
relational becomes just another program
something we allow our mouths to say
and think it believes in
really far from that
that evades what relational really means
which is just to be
there for the sake
and very life of another.
If there is any truth
to just be there for another
it is then
what it means to be