Taking Flight

anyone who knows me knows that i have a fascination (read: addiction) to superman. always have. probably always will. i had superman PJ's when i was barely 4 years old and i wore them until the wheels fell off. my parents had to constantly remind me that they were pajamas, not street clothes. the neck was stretched out where i stuffed a towel in the collar. i even jumped down the stairs thinking that i could fly. i didn't hurt myself at all, which only served to confirmed that i might have a chance to be superman after all.

as i got older, i realized that i related to the superman character for a lot of other reasons. his story is a journey of self-discovery. he had to unpack who he was over the years and in the light of the blinding fact that he wasn't like everyone else. it's hard to believe that you're like everyone else when you're the only one that can lift a tractor over your head.

at some point, all of the threads tie together for him. the struggling, the pain, the journey all make sense. he has one of those "a-ha" moments. once he gets that, he realizes his full potential. kind of like in this clip...

i want to make sense of all the stuff that's happened. not that all of the things that happened have a direct reason. some things do, others not so much. but i do think that looking at all of the events will somehow help me figure out who i am. and in turn, who i want to be.

i find it interesting that clark had to speak to his father in order to help him with the answers. his father was from another world. it was his other worldliness that granted him these abilities.

perhaps i need to talk to the One who is responsible for all of this.



it would be an added bonus if i could fly afterward. literally.