distance

the gold and glimmer of summer are threatening to fade and as we roll into the last weekends of the last weeks, i can’t help but feel that familiar sense of unaccomplishment that sits in my stomach, content and unbudging, a rock weighing me down, tying itself to everything i see and feel and do.

this summer, like every other summer, i was supposed to lose at least 10 pounds; i was supposed to be packing for another city, for a home away from home, i was supposed to write a new song, i was supposed to read at least 3 new books, i was supposed to get back on a wakeboard, i was supposed to earn my PADI certification, i was supposed to have at least $1000 in the bank so that i could go back-to-school shopping without feeling horrible for running down my savings.

this summer, like every other summer, i was supposed to do things, for me – but somehow, it’s never the case, even more so when taking a 20 minute bus ride by myself becomes a reason for a large debacle.

i suppose the question then comes – anyone out there willing to trade an extra 3 hours in bed, a pedicure, a guilt-free shopping trip, a nice long bubble bath and a stress-free day for my awesome flying cape and lightning boots? they might make you feel lonely but hell, who needs lonely when you can freaking fly?

already gone

“This is what I have come to know: Our past is never passed and there is no such thing as moving on. But there is this telling and there is such a thing as passing through.”

the beginning

the work of a superhero is never-ending; it is unrewarding on occasion, a little lonely other times, frustrating on yet some others. and yet, the lure of the possibility of making a difference, of lighting a spark of something good and true and pure is too good to refuse.

this page will be to me as the crystal fortress is to superman – my little place of stillness in a world that seems to move too fast for my liking at times, where i can take off my cape and boots and temporarily put my super senses on hibernate so i can pretend that i don’t really have to save everyone all the time.

this space will thus be dedicated to everything and nothing at the same time; from mini-heroes in training, the regimes of undergraduate studies, super friends and big fat mega families, to amateur dabbling in football punditry, choice opinion pieces and  ramblings of love, hate, and other things that suck and rock at the same time.

hang on tight for the ride – jetpacks, ultrafastvehicles and cool weaponry are optional.