‘In Virtute’
More Power To You!
Mania is not a bad thing. It builds dreams. It fortifies belief and what is belief if not an impetus in disguise. The catch — you can’t seek it, it finds you. When it does, you’ll know. Because from then on, it’s a spanking new setup. The mind in constant dalliance with hope and despair. An affair to remember. What tips you over is a rapacious longing. It’s almost a dark yet beguiling force. Once you ride it out, you’re a hero. Suddenly you’re on a pedestal which is strange considering what got you there.
Maybe that’s why they consecrated Superman — the accidentally chosen one. The only saviour of mankind at the mercy of an undistinguished Earthling. Saved a million lives, couldn’t save a heart. I’d call THAT his Kryptonite. Have you ever basked in the comfort of a burning desire? You could build a castle off a rock given that its twenty tonnes and sitting on your chest. But no one in their right mind would choose the agony of a thousand daggers over a bed of lilies. That’s just it. You don’t choose. You are chosen.
The next time you hear the words “It’s just luck”, think about what’s beyond the façade. I don’t know if people really hang by this thread called luck. I’d much rather depend on a wayward wind. At least I’ll be able to call it an escapade. Don’t fixate on the black and white of things. Embrace the grey. Keep a weather eye open for what rocks your boat. Find your kryptonite. You owe it to life.
