Superheroes

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.

Talent is not everything

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.

My cracked iPad screen

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.

Too bad.

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

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.

to be real

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

the past

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
“i’m sorry.”

Relational

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.

Because then,

relational becomes just another program

something we allow our mouths to say

and think it believes in

but really

really far from that

just words

and syllables

that evades what relational really means

which is just to be

and be

and be

and be

there for the sake

and very life of another.

If there is any truth

to just be there for another

it is then

to rediscover

what it means to be

relational.

wondering perfection

It has been awhile but I penned this last Friday. With a few adjustments of course.

 

the beauty of perfection, if there ever was and is such a thing,
introspectively,
feels like death,
prolonged.

but looks and is shaped like, pure gold,
externally.

the inner will lead, the process of tilling,
of refining,
redefining,
deconstructing,
reconstructing,
the outer,
into wonder.