Even Superheroes Make Mistakes

by Anonymous

He was once a superhero, Her superhero...

He was not a superhero, never was. Even if he was, superheroes need love and hugs too.

It's kinda ironical that the one you called a superhero needed saving, lost in a tunnel where he found her, his light, in a world where he was caught up in his wiles and secrets. He was not a superhero, even though he came off as one, He was a wolf in sheep clothing, scum of the earth. He screwed her over, hurt her, made her cry, did wrong by her. He was a fool, but he was human too, bound to make mistakes and he made one.

The pain in her eyes, he couldn't stand them, the tears left cracks on his heart and made his eyes moist, the words she spoke were like blows, blows after blows, he welcomed the pain, he deserved it. The words knocked him down, cutting him way below his size. He focused on his mistakes and let his heart bleed and he finally let his tears fall, he had hurt the most precious thing in the world to him and it hurt him to have caused her pain, he felt like dying. He had hurt his rib, the cut too deep, the pain, the ache, was almost too much for him to bear as he wondered how she felt. She had kept him sane for so long and he paid her back with pain when he fell, when he gave in to his weakness.

He always thought he would never hurt her, but he did, he lied to himself, and it was killing him. He would never be able to raise his head or his shoulders high. He was broken, and would have a distant look in his eyes, the look of one who found love and lost it by his hands. He would never be her superhero anymore because even SUPERHEROES MAKE MISTAKES.

She was his superhero, still is...

Empty Thoughts

Sitting by the table, conscious of everything around but still lost in the depths of the multitudes of thoughts crowding my mind. A lot has been up lately and it's been overwhelming. I'm still young, a teenager or in my early twenties and the realization of life has started setting in, staring me in the face, more like daring me and there's little or nothing I can do about it... for now, right?

What's life about? We've been fed stories by elders, how life gets harder as you go higher. Basic human desires points us in the direction of being better, getting tougher, making stuff better for ourselves as we go on, it's imbibed in us... the will to survive. I guess these instincts written down in our genetic codes bring these thoughts to the surface at some point in our lives. What's next, what could I do to make my life better? Will I get a job after studying for four years, after all the numerous tests and quizzes and exams, trying to see if I was smart enough to be in the real world? Or should I get a masters degree while taking time to figure out life?

The future is a scary place or is it? The feeling of nostalgia returns, the desire to go back in time, probably make better decisions, probably never grow up. It's all there but we know deep down, it'll never go, that feeling that we can't change the past. We forget something, something very important; the past is in the past, even though it can define certain sequence of events in the present and future, it doesn't mean it should define the sequence of events, because, the future is malleable, the future is dependent on the sequence of actions of the present and the present becomes the past pretty soon.

Make each moment count, the future will always sort itself out, make plans, dream big, work towards them in the present and work hard at them. Don't be scared and leave the thinking for the times when they are needed, just make those plans and work towards them and see a better you come through...

For fear of fear

Growing up  and being exposed to the wrath of a cane, belt, slippers or any nearby object that could instill pain or punishment into you that would be befitting of the crime or sin committed created; the fear of doing wrong or the fear of doing wrong and being caught or the fear of being punished or fear of the one who was the punisher or fear of the one who would tell/snitch.  Whichever way you choose to look at it, fear is a limiting factor. Stopping us from realising our potentials, clipping our wings and blinding our view of a bigger picture, a better picture.

Daily, we are faced with making decisions that can and will change our lives, everyone wants change but not everyone wants to change or be in a position to to effect the change we desire. Fear of the future and what it holds, holds you back in the present, stagnant, unmoving while everything, everyone rushes by. Fear of leaving friends behind, memories created, fear of growing up and facing responsibilities, fear of a new environment, fear of adapting....

But stop and think for a moment, the friends you leave behind will always be there, it's a digital age, you might not see them physically but you cam always talk to them whenever you want. Memories stored forever in pictures of happy times and sad moments, there to remind you of how much you've been through and how you always came out stronger. Responsibilities to remind us that growing up can't be all that bad if you just be you, do your best and everything will be fine. New environments suddenly become warm, a place you want to be in, a place you don't want to leave because new friends came through, new experiences were made, and new memories created.

Your fear would only last as long as you hold onto it, let go of it and take a step, come out stronger. Be stronger

It's YOUR Life

by Ace Potter and Alexandria Lancaster 

Life is a mystery, so how do we go about discovering this journey with no manuals and button for settings?

Life is a bed of roses to those who have the means to get by and a bed of thorns to without such means.

Different perceptions, different views abound in the world on the approach to take on life, but which is which and which is optimal?

Books have been written on the best route to take, the highs, the lows, but no one knows what's best for you because they never walked in your shoes and never threaded your path therefore no one can determine your life or the path you should take. 

Life could be pretty simple like in a fairy-tale, child gets born, grows up in a sheltered place, sees some one, falls in love and together they live happily ever after or could be a Korean movie with so much drama and so many episodes or it could be a Nollywood movie with so many parts and never ending or ending on a cliff hangar or a Hollywood movie with so much action and so much gap between the actions, maybe a Bollywood movie with songs and dances and cliche eye interactions.

But what defines life, your life I mean?

Laws written down by fathers long gone, in different times and eras when horses where the means of transportation or when we struggled with the first automobiles, cultures defined by ancestors and those which we try to keep their legacies as times and mentality changes, ethics that define our morality, giving us that line with which we interpret what is right and what is wrong, religion that keeps us in check, defined primarily by culture and open to interpretation by us as we see fit.

Remember that your life is yours, examples have been set forth before you, the cycle repeats itself an you always have a choice.Whatever you interpret life to be, it is also important to make the right choices Let no one strong arm you into letting them make your decision for you. Make your choices, take risks, live life, be happy, smile often, give freely, and when your choices don't seem good, take a pick and move on, Life is too short to keep contemplating and second guessing.

What then is life?

Self Check

All men are dogs         True?

Most men are dogs       Really?

Some men are dogs       Right?

Few men are dogs         OK...?

Still thinking of the correct statement to classify men as, in a world where the need for equal rights for males and females is still under debate by religion which consider men as the head and women the 'slave' and politics which do not really consider the female folks as mighty contenders in the race for the position of power also not leaving out society and its value it places on men as being ones who are responsible for most of the 'work done' in any given relationship.

While the above paragraph is subject to question in your mind given your experience with the egoistical male folks, do you ever stop to see them as the victim? Now that is a biased judgement, women are always the victim, always right in any given situation, I celebrate them with all the love in my heart for one of the greatest of them, MOM. Nevertheless, is DAD a dog?

You never thought of it like that, have you? Now, some of you really had it rough, with Dad looking like the scum on the earth that should be wiped out of existence and this hatred easily extends to any homo-sapiens that does not share the highs and the lows of womanhood but stop for a moment and ask yourself, What/Who made him 'what' he became?

People pass through abuse (physical, mental, verbal, emotional) daily and some are more subtle than others but do we bother to check around and be our brothers/sisters keeper in these trying times, when the ones we claim we love are faced with their inner demons. Or do we turn a blind eye to their struggles, their fights, their tears, their broken hearts, and instead of lending a hand to pick them up when they are down, or are we eager to lend a mouth to the nearest ear to spill the juicy details (snitch)?


All men are dogs but who is a man?



HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY

The Random Pilot

While trying to keep my head right in a world filled with distractions and pleasures which I, which we all indulge in once in a while or at the maximum, relationships are born, friendships are made, bonds created and mysteries evolve. While some remain constant, some grow, evolve, ever changing and dynamic, regardless of what or who they are.

Nevertheless, we all seek the same thing, though called by different names, known as different things to different people, we all want it. 

What is IT?