Meant to Live

When I was young I wanted to be Remington Steele, no not because of Laura Holt but because he was a private detective...and well private detectives were just cool. Did you want to be Superman? I did, because Superman was just super. I never dreamed about becoming a computer scientist, did you ever dream of becoming an investment banker? Thought not.

Why are we allowed to dream? It seems that people never expect their dreams to come true any longer. The world jolts them to reality so hard that they start scrambling to join the rat race, to stay afloat while the ships sinks. Are we rats? Little rodents looking to just let life pass us by while we think from day to day how to avoid Tom's claws, because it is time to wake up and realize that this isn't the cartoon we're used to in which the mouse always has its way. Welcome to real life and Tom has real claws and guess what, even he gets tired of playing after a little while.

Were we meant to live for so much more? Do mice and men have second chances? So, my grown up side says great euphemisms like: Life is what you make it, All are equal in front of Allah and ofcourse, It's never too late. Well you know what? choice words to my grown up side. I know how to live life and be perfectly content with it but I wanted to be Remington Steele, dammit not Stephen Hawking. You wanted to be Superman and you're Clark Kent, they maybe alter egos and you may still have the heart of the Big S but lets face it, leap tall buildings with a single bound you do not.

I could just come right out and say it, you know, but i've always felt that too many writers insult their readers intelligence and I won't be guilty of doing the same. Maybe this is just a grown-ups tantrum, maybe I haven't even grown up or maybe you understand what i'm saying without having to say it out aloud. Quickly now, erase that thought from your mind because you don't want to tear away the protective layers around you and discover that no red and blue suit is adorned inside.

If everyone is super, no one is and that alone is a comforting thought because maybe i'm meant to be normal so that others can be supers. Important thing to remember is, the supers are human too...so why not me? Why not you? It's a game of chance with the question being that when your chance comes will you leap fealessly off the building or cower within the safety of normality?

Here's to the graveyard of dreams
Where they shall rest in unpeace
And here's to me, for I've shed the skin
Discovered no blue but plenty of red
I'm human and that's my crimson cape
I can fly, I'm not afraid

Remember that if you didn't find your blue underneath, Superman didn't really need it to fly. It was merely a costume. We can do without costumes...but I think i'll get myself a cape just to be safe.