by Ryan Nore
I used to be someone!
Someone that had it all!
Nothing couldn’t be done!
Everything made sense as I recall.
Life had meaning and so did I.
Everyday was a blessing,
and the future was bright…
… but now something is missing…
… I used to be someone…
There seemed to have been a bit of confusion as to what exactly the author, me, was saying in this poem… I think the easiest way to explain would be to draw from a movie that most of us have seen… “Jerry Maguire” where he tells the love of his life that she completes him… If you lose the person you thought was your soulmate… that person that “completes” you… then you might not feel whole… but only a part of someone… an incomplete someone… a bit confused and in a state where nothing really seems quite right. Anyway, I thought I would clarify just in case… I know it never mentions losing their soulmate…just that something is missing… and that is probably why it is so easy to misinterpret…
Recently my life has thrown me a few hurdles to overcome. Life does that on occasion to everyone. Some hurdles are a bit taller than others, but still just a hurdle nonetheless. My approach is always to jump the hurdle and get it out of the way… deal with it. You know? Even if my “jumping the hurdle” isn’t always of a gazelle like quality.
But I get advice, here and there, about how I should try and bury myself in something else… to keep my mind occupied so that I simply move away from the hurdle and continue my life in another direction rather than taking my lumps, scratches and bruises to get over the hurdle and continue my journey in the direction I had originally started out. I generally don’t say much in contradiction because I know they are just trying to help. But it always confuses me a bit. It has always been my experience that if you avoid a hurdle you can’t finish the race… eventually you will have to jump the hurdle. I think it is easier when you know why that hurdle is there in the first place…
Well, I guess it is about time for me to have another “thought“… This thought was actually provoked by a Facebook friend that asked “Avengers or X-men, which is your favorite team?” on his timeline.
My reply was, “Well, don’t get me wrong… I have a personal like for Thor… I even have used the username Thornore before (say that three times really fast!) … and I like Ironman and Captain America… but I’m going to have to go with the X-men… I like the X-men because of the parallels with real life and kids coming into adolescence. When the body is going through changes and how they can feel alienated and alone. But that it is precisely those changes and differences that make them special and that they should embrace those differences instead of trying to “fit in”. And when they do that, and learn to control and use their “special power” they will become almost unbeatable!”
Needless to say the talk quickly became more playful and there was the underlying “my dad can beat up your dad” tone which of course was all in good fun. However, the talk developed more and there was the explanation that the Avengers appear to be more professional. That they are decisive and confident and therefore appealing… or would “kick butt“! To this I tried to explain that in the X-Men stories there isn’t the whole Good vs. Evil that there is in the Avengers and therefore there is more confusion and uncertainty.
This explanation wasn’t readily accepted and Magneto was accused of being the “bad” guy. Along with the philosophy that actions speak louder than words… if someone does bad things they must be bad and that the “road to hell is paved with good intentions“. The discussion seemed to be tolerated and not completely welcome because it appeared to become more serious when I brought up religious leaders. So, essentially I left it alone after that… but it has been circling the drain in my head ever since. So! I will flush it out here!
I have recently started doing a series of caricatures. This is the second of three for the group titled “Masters of Mystery“. The world renowned author and poet Edgar Allan Poe as a, and maybe the, master of mystery and macabre.
I have decided to do a series of caricatures. These series will be broken up into groups of three containing individuals that are recognized personalities within their field of expertise. The master of suspense and mystery, Alfred Hitchcock, is my chosen first to launch this adventure. And I have titled his group “Masters of Mystery“!