Among the little flashes that my neurons recognize from the past is the little memory of the trailer of superman returns movie. The famous scene where the superman is bombarded with loads of bullet on his chest and then the slow-motion shot of a bullet travelling out from the nozzle of the gun, rotating and travelling towards his eye, hitting the sclera and falling down like a plastic toy, woaaahhhh!!!! That was a feeling which I hadn’t experienced ever before. The sheer mysticism and power of superman had me up in grabs and even if I have seen many more amazing superhero movies and they have had a deep impact on me as well but nothing quite like the experience I had ith superman.
Ever since that experience, I have always wanted to be like superman, Living in the small little world but having the potential of being something bigger than any human being is capable of conceiving. Shadowing in the mere complexities of everyday life but living in the bigger schemes of simplicity and the reign of ultimate and potentially infinite power. This search of my superpower has had a deep impact on my personality.
I have always battled in my brain to be the superman! A human being who deals with the bigger things in life while being stuck in (unlike superman because he consciously made that choice) the normal life of a puny and insignificant human being. The perfect balance of life in my opinion, capable of living and enjoying the little things in life while also being the participant of the biggest possible drama that could ever happen in that space-time region.
Dealing with the epicness of life which only you are capable of experiencing and being the light for the world to follow. But let’s just return to the real world, I clearly am no Kryptonian and lets just put this out in the open that I don’t need any kryptonite to kill me, a mere tickle to my fragile body would do that.
So, this urge to be the superman and to deal with life in the scale bigger than what I can conceive, batteling with the unbattleable while living life as a normal human being had to manifest itself into something, right? And I think it sort of did! I wanted to be the superman to fight the world and closest to what I wanted to be was the word, idealist! Superman was someone who held his ideals and values higher than anything, higher than his own life and I wanted to be that. I was ready to live in my own fiction where I am the superman while giving up on the very life I had and I have been doing this since quite a long time, to be honest.
A person who is undefeatable, a god amongst men, flying over the world as if he is the only thing that the world cannot take over or cannot ever conquer! Superhuman strength was clearly out of my bounds so I rather chose to know everything and to defeat everybody who came in my way to be the superman!
I am not entirely of sure of where this thought and idea is going to take me but who cares, is it a bird, is it a plane, what is it?
Blobiobolis 