Thursday, October 25, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
No, it’s not as if one night, I just dreamt of being a superhero or something. It was one of those times when I felt like I am trying to save the world and no one really cares. Like I am doing something so enormous, so momentous yet it still goes unnoticed. As if I am doing everything I could but all my efforts go down the drain. In these times, life lessons will hit you hard but like the man of steel I think I am, I take it all and fight the battle within.
I’ve learned that not all people will ever like Superman. It really doesn’t matter how noble he’ll fight for justice and rescue humanity, he is still just one of those superheroes who is trying to do the same thing. Maybe it’s just a matter of preference, some leaning more towards Batman or Spiderman or even Powerpuff Girls. That because he is not the most exciting character ever nor have the best background story nor have the most vibrant personality in the bunch, he is taken for granted. But he cares not for himself alone and that what sets him apart from the others.
I’ve learned that the irony that the “Man of Steel” has a heart made of talc. That the strongest man may have a fragile heart, he is vulnerable. But he doesn’t let his emotions get the best of him. That no matter how tough things will get, he’ll downplay that struggle and at the end of the day, he will deliver. He knows that failing is not an option. That no matter how challenging the villains may be, he will eventually win and live another unselfish day.
I’ve learned that no matter how strong Superman is, he will always have that Kryptonite. People see his strengths – that’s good! But this blessing is also his biggest curse. It is as if since he is strong therefore he is required to free the world from every rogue that may harm us. As if he owe it to us to use that advantage or else he is being selfish. As if he himself doesn’t need help sometimes. We fail to recognize the fact he has his own problems and struggles. And he managed to balance everything on the line yet sometimes, as cruel as the world truly is, he has to make hurtful personal sacrifices.
I’ve learned that Superman man needs Lois Lane – badly. Not entirely romantically or sexually, but he needs that one person who will tell him that he is doing good, that his efforts are being not wasted, that he is on the right track. That one person who will show him the positive side when all he sees is the darkest night. That one person who will bring him back to earth when his mind spun out of control. That one person who will make him feel that someone will always be there for him, even when the whole world turned its back on him.
I’ve learned that Superman still needs the Justice League. No war is won by a single soldier. No structure built with a lone worker. That even if you are probably the strongest man alive doesn’t mean you can do it all by yourself. It helps to have those people who will back you up when you’re powers are dwindling and your armors depleting.
And lastly I learned that Superman is after all, just a man, not without imperfections, not without a fault.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
One thing I probably missed the most since graduation is riding those blue and white (sometimes beige if it’s that old) MRT trains. Off to or from school, those trains have been my best buds every single day for five years, though I may have cursed them quite a few times. Those trains have been the blind witnesses of what I’ve gone through in my life. Those trains knew everything about me and my feelings, my aspirations and my frustrations.
And I knew those trains pretty much as well. I’ve been in probably every single one of the active trains. I’ve been in every single station from Taft to North Edsa. I’ve had my bag checked in every check point possible, had inserted an MRT (regular and stored value) card in every single “ticket-eating machine” possible, had been through every male CR possible inside MRT. I knew exactly how many minutes would it take me to move from one station to another, how much people, statistically, would enter the train at a said station, just the mere scent of the frigid air in the atmosphere makes me distinguish where station am I.
And I felt at home with those trains. Ironic as it may sound, I felt secured in that crook-prone metal cage. The familiarity made me feel safe and comfortable no matter how clammy or sticky your seatmate may be. And like a Diophantine-based Number Theory book, I learned a heck of hard life lessons from these fast, metal railroad transports.
STAND UP and BE STILL. If you don’t want to be pushed around and dragged to somewhere difficult, you should stay where you are, hold on to the railings and protect your niche. You don’t want someone invade your own life, you don’t want someone overpowering you and pressuring you to move to somewhere less comfortable. You should establish yourself in this world, hold on to whatever your principles you have in life and create enough space for you to move.
PUSH. If you don’t want to be left behind by everything you chase, push. You need to move and be aggressive. You don’t want to be lost in translation and left out in the wilderness. You want to be in that train so make your way to move closer to that train. Sometimes, it would be bumpy and nasty but you have to have the will to cling with the beasts and stay within the hunt.
EXPECT THE WORST. When you’re all sheek and slick, and feel hot as hell, you don’t want to sit with someone sweaty and sticky. But hey, there are no rooms for pussies inside a 400-people full capacity train. Either you take a cab or take a bus if you don’t want your J’adore Dior dress be dampened with a crease or two. Or if you could do what I do best, just give someone a fake poker face and a big stare down afterwards.
And perhaps, the most important lesson I’ve learned from MRT so far is that in life in general, IT’S MUCH EASIER TO MAKE ENEMIES THAN TO MAKE FRIENDS. ‘Nuff said.picture from http://listsoplenty.com