Do you think the Superman ever gets lonely? Do you think, in the darkest night, he reaches his hand out, searching for a lover that has never been there? Do you wonder if he misses having grandkids to bounce on his knee, or just a friend to sit on the front porch and drink black coffee with?
It must be lonely to be a superhero, even an enlightened one.
I think that’s why I identify with superheroes, both in comic books and in real-life. I feel their pain I know what it means to be lonely, to be different, to be an outsider. I know what it means to be misunderstood, to be taken for granted. I know what it means to be excluded, to be on the outside looking in on life. Oh yes, I know these things intimately. It’s just about the only thing I have ever known in my life.
And I think, maybe I’m just meant to be lonely. I’m not a superhero, but maybe, like them, I am meant to love humanity as a whole instead of individually. Maybe I should give up on romantic love, and just share spiritual love with all my brothers and sisters around the world. To spread the love of the divine through teaching or spreading loving kindness or doing good deeds for people in need. To show people that we are all children of the same Universe.
Maybe that’s what I’m supposed to do, but I lack the courage and the strength to be a superhero. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I’m tired of being isolated, of being excluded. I’m tired of being left behind and watching everyone else having fun from a distance.
Love Always
-= Yudie =-
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