Nothing’s Ever Built To Last | 21 Guns

Nothing’s ever built to last, this is a line from Green Day’s 21 Guns. That song surges many emotions inside, but I’ve always thought of this particular line as a very sad one. Everything’s going go end, the Summer, the school, the best winning streak, the best times of youth. Someone will always tell you how this is the best time and also how this will be over.

But it struck me today, suddenly, as I was walking in the afternoon sun. Maybe this isn’t a sad line after all. Nothing’s built to last also means the pain, the agony, the confusion, the fear, none of it will last forever. The heart burning feeling of being lost, of not understanding your own worth, all of these will end too.

This too shall pass. Nothing’s built to last. So perhaps it’s better to sleep rather than worrying about 1325 things at 12 in the morning.

To Create

I’d get back after school, finish all my homework, do all my readings and wait to watch the animated X-Men on TV. The very classy Jean Grey, the serious looking but good natured Professor X, the charming Cyclopes and the sweet Kitty. If I could be a character, I’d be a mix of Kitty and Jean, I thought. I’d never miss a single episode. Seeing the X-Men save the day meant a lot. It meant good prevailed over evil.

I didn’t read the comics, but rather watched the TV shows based on the comics which was broadcasted by the local TV. I’d often wonder how it’d be if I could be a character among these characters, zooming in left and right, flying and saving the world. My childish brain would brew up its own story and I’d make myself a character among these and imagine saving the world. I’d bestow myself superpowers. How easy it was, perhaps it still is.

While I sure didn’t know who Stan Lee was back then, I grew up with his creations, with the X-Men, with Spiderman, with Fantastic Four. Someone created those characters. Someone envisioned them and didn’t let them die out on the desk.

I can only thank Lee for not locking Jean Grey on his drawer and not summoning her in reality.

“I used to be embarrassed because I was just a comic-book writer while other people were building bridges or going on to medical careers. And then I began to realize: entertainment is one of the most important things in people’s lives. Without it they might go off the deep end. I feel that if you’re able to entertain people, you’re doing a good thing.” – Stan Lee

Perhaps it’s time, it’s always time to set the characters in the drawer free.
Let Lee’s life inspire us to create – something that we truly madly deeply love.

Hope and Prepare | A Conversation

‘How does one hope for the best and prepare for the worst, Lord Vayu?’ princess Valli asked the Guardian of the Wind.

‘I am not sure, but it is quite an impossible feat I must say.’

‘To be hopeful of the great and still be ready to face the worst, a sting of irony,’ the princess added.

Vayu nodded his head.

‘To be hopeful would mean to let the heart float among the clouds,’ he said as the sky danced in shades of pink. The sun was setting. They were atop a high hill that overlooked the entire valley. ‘And to prepare for the worst would mean to fall straight unto the ground from the clouds.’

‘How can one imagine the two together. To hope for one and to prepare for another?’ Valli questioned as the wind blew her scarf. ‘Doesn’t one prepare for what one hopes?’

‘Indeed,’ replied Vayu. ‘The human life is bogged with the eternal ironies, to have day and night, shadow and light. To have the wind to breathe and to have the same win uproot homes as hurricanes.’

‘Wouldn’t it be better to be able to fly like the birds instead? To soar in the clouds and not have to worry of falling?’ Valli added.

‘But even the birds fear the fall.’

‘Perhaps, they do. And we do too.’

I Think of Summer

I think of summer
as autumn moves away
opening the doors to winter.

Strong gust of November winds
blow past my shell
ripping apart my safe house
just at the start of the cold.

Summer has ended,
a season gone
but work still remains to be done.

I’ve been lazy
dancing under the sun,
now I’ll shiver and run
at the sight of the beacon,
nature’s sign of change.

I think of summer,
but summer’s gone.
I think of the next summer.

I will always think of summer.