To be stopped and once again revived, the mind is not as patient as the heart. Hope is more comforting than intelligence when struck by a poison dart. During the wait to be brought back to life there are a few things that just make you wonder.. Is each minute a funeral march to the grave or a brave stride towards a rightful destiny? I should hate to lose myself in the fulfillment of an untold prophecy. Regardless, I lie here, awaiting my calling. A century long slumber, in a haze between flying and falling.
Death isn’t knew to me. It’s one of my oldest memories. I watched my grand father as he breathed his final breath. He wasn’t scared. I recognised nothing but acceptance and peace in his face. In that moment, it dawned on me. That’s the goal. To die a happy man. And live with no regrets.
You’ve lived a good life if those who wish you weren’t gone are greater in number than those who want you dead.
Die in peace, if there are people out there who hold on to the little things you said.
Today, tomorrow, may be years later.
You will be gone. Not to a better place. Just gone; without a trace.
If life is nothing but a story, just make it a good one, right?
-Sincerely, The Obsessive Writer.
Hello my wonderful readers. 🙂 I cannot explain how wonderful you all are for taking the time to read the gibberish my messed up mind pours out. I have been contemplating this return for a long time and here I am. This time I plan to stick around. Special shoutout to Just Bharath for sticking around long enough to call me out on my absence. Thank you for that! I needed it.
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-The Obsessive Writer.
What is the worst feeling in the world? To me, it’s that sickening pit in my stomach when I have 20 chapters of chemistry left to study for an exam the next day! The disappointment at my incapacity. It’s almost intense enough to drown in. I’ve always hated this feeling. It’s the one thing that makes me lose my sense of balance, I know, ironic isn’t it? The girl with no fear (or at least the girl who pretends she has no fear) is scared of tests.
Well it’s not ALL that juvenile if you think about it. 😛 What are tests? It’s where you prove yourself and “test” your capabilities. So it’s okay to be nervous 😛 if your someone who craves perfection. And almost as if paraphrasing my fear in perhaps a much more dramatic way. I heard little Kal’s voice say, “The world’s too big, Mom”. I swear I almost choked on my food when I saw that sad little kid hiding in the closet. I was watching man of steel. The one movie I swore I’d never watch. But then, procrastinating from studying seemed more important than keeping my word. 😛
Superman who I hated. Who I referred to as the “nerd who is scared of a green rock” had all my attention. Maybe it was my nervousness, maybe it was because I’ve been thinking a lot about the future lately, but the story of a boy trying to find his place in the world, that was something I could totally relate to.
I have to believe that you were sent here for a reason. And even if it takes the rest of your life, you owe it to yourself to find out what that reason is
– Jonathan Kent
Even a child, alone in a foreign world with no one who even belonged to the same species could find his way when he was given a few words of encouragement. Is that all we need? That helping hand that guides the way when we’re lost. It almost makes you feel, anyone can be superman if they tried. What I loved most about the movie was that superman was no longer the embodiment of perfection. He infact was just another human with every little flaw. The only thing special about him (besides the death ray eyes and the whole hulk strength) was that he wanted to be good. It’s like a subtle message, you can achieve anything as long as there’s a little good in you. Hope. That’s what it gave me.
And of course the striking new additions would be the super hot guy and this New found sense of humour that super man movies seemed to miss all this while. It’s finally helped it fit in with the intimidating line of super heroes today’s cinema offers. Well Mr. Clark, err.. Superman we seem to have had a misunderstanding before 😀 you don’t seem all that bad afterall.