What if we suspended the normal path of life’s train and set it off course?
What if every regret was a sign of a better tomorrow
What if her death taught me to love
In an instant
A crash louder than a sonic boom changed everything
In an unforeseeable act of tragedy, a life is stripped
The living remain; naked
Beating hearts still
Unanswered questions blowing in the wind
What if the story of my life is only a preamble to something much larger than my self; this place; this existence
Hidden behind a secret identify
Up front; masked in insecurity
Secure behind the mask
What if love only exists for the few
I have sinned
I admit that
I have lived a life of fault
Slightly broken and imperfect
Each day I awake, I promise myself I will break the chain and move forward
Only to repeat once again
Over and over I cry
Yearning for someone to hear these screams
What if they all had a purpose to protect me; to guide to
They walked away, but never disappeared.
Resting comfortably in my mind
What if I follow that light now?
I had an interesting debate last evening on whether graphic novels are considered literature or comic books. Academia in the United States will have a varied opinion on this question with extreme views leaning heavily on no and yes. It does pose an interesting line of discussion that goes much deeper than black or white. The traditionalist view of comic books is that there is an inherent struggle between good and bad; heroes and villains; right and wrong. That methodology of thinking has changed introducing a deeper shade of gray. With the upcoming adaptation of the graphic novel into film, we will witness Batman and Superman pinned up against each other. Both have battled their own inner demons in the past, but they represent the moral good. Why would they be battling each other?
Graphic novels today are taking us to a new way of thinking and a new way of learning. A form of storytelling that was once deemed unacceptable in schools is now a part of literary teaching.
Why do graphic novels add a new element to the way students are learning literature:
- Graphic Novels / Comics are understandable and engaging to today’s youth.
- They allow us to overcome our own real life fears and struggles by connecting to the heroes and all they had to overcome (alienation, abandonment, death).
- There is a sense of loyalty to the battle. Heroes and villains have a history that is uncovered with each issue that deepens the impact of the struggle.
- Today’s society no longer has clear cut definitions of right and wrong. We struggle every day with poverty, overpopulation, unemployment, mental illness, social alienation, relationship barriers and more. Sometimes decisions that may be morally wrong in some eyes have a greater good to another.
- Graphic novels are not linear. We must look closely at images, dialogue and story to uncover hidden secrets and truths within the lives of the characters. There is a true complexity within the stories.
- So many thrive for a world of escape. Whether it is better or not is not the critical question. Why we need this temporary escape is. If this weren’t true, Marvel films would not be making 1.3 billion dollars with each Avengers release.
- In the world of academia, we will always need Shakespeare, Steinbeck, Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald. We also need to find a way to relate to a generation wrought with creativity, angst, apathy and doubt.
Now, how is this comparable to a adaptation within your career?
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be value in this article. Change is inevitable. I have witnessed in my professional career, the birth of the internet, applicant tracking systems, automation, social networking, video interviewing and Infographics. The entire playing field has changed.
My first internship in recruitment:
- I recorded our job openings on a cassette tape for candidates to dial in and listen to.
- All resumes were in a tan metal filing cabinet
- All applicants had to do a basic math and English test in the lobby
- We manually called each candidate to reject or extend offers
Big changes. As professionals we need to embrace change. I am not telling all of you seasoned professionals you should drop Turner Classic Movies and start an Instagram account. Nor am I saying learn Ruby on Rails or HTML web development. I am saying to never lose site of the pure thirst for learning. Employers offer thousands of internal and external resources to continue to develop your skills.
In fact, I was forced to learn basic HTML web page editing when we did not have a resource and I learned all I needed from YouTube videos.
A few tips:
- Look at where you are and where you are going. What is your long term career passion? Do you have the skills for where you want to be and if not, what is your goal to get there?
- What is your action plan? Create a project plan on how you want to achieve your goals.
- Do not walk in with any personal limitations. If you feel like you cannot learn a skill, you won’t. It is that simple.
- Reward yourself with each milestone.
There you have it. Never stop expanding your mind. It is a simple rule for success. We can thank Superman and Batman for today’s lesson.
Can you hear me?
Do you still think fondly of me?
Every night I set time aside for internal mediation surrounding my aura with memories of our time together
A potion to my anxiety
A calmness to a storm brewing deep in the ocean of my mind
I do not know my plan
A manifestation from a deep belief in a faith larger than existence
A warm thought
Scripted by suggestive prophets and edited by jesters in courtyards of solitude
Keeping my head above the water imagining being six feet under feeling the ocean water and my inner body pool become one
Crushing my lungs squeezing my claustrophobia like a squid out to play
Soon a million memories will drown in an instant leaving behind a lifeless corpse
A comforting thought
Piercing this fragile shield of plastic
Are we all plastic?
Coated from emotion
Betrayed of emotion; abandoned
A synthesis of sound, now flat lining in one harmonious buzz
A frequency so high, life is unable to hear
A comforting thought
Deaf from the light
Blind from the symphony of love songs
This is what has become
Footsteps washed away
Clean particles of sand fused for all eternity
Every night as I lay alone, I dream
Dream of a perfect life I am yet to find
A life of fulfillment; a life led with meaning
A purpose buried deep beneath these footsteps that repeat in an infinite circle
Sober with this bottle, I wander without a single movement
Still as a statue
A brain trapped; absorbing all around
In this darkness, I see everything
I feel without touching
See the infinite soul of Galileo
The pen of Dylan documenting the angst of a generation
The confused brilliance of the brain of Brian Wilson
The pain of the migrant workers from the misguided perfection of Steinbeck
I am broken, savoring in the pieces scattered in the wind
Someday the winds of change will take me home to a place I can close my eyes in peace
The voices will silence for just a moment
One brief moment to find my way back to a time of innocence; a time of love
Under the stars, head nestled on a volume of the scriptures
Heaven and hell a two voided bubbles neutralized by the staff of life
What will I be?
Beyond the bang is the answer
Written on a piece paper from the feather of an angel
Hidden away for just the right time
I wish you could see what you mean to me
Strip the layers of lies; numb the screeching of anger
Stand naked in the spotlight of truth
You say I’m a dreamer, but I only dream of you
In the past, a wanderer, but now I seek shelter in you
Staggering through life bumping into strangers
Once here, now gone
Just pieces scattered on the floor representing an unfinished puzzle of memories
An escapist in a life you cannot leave
Not in seclusion
Not in suicide
Not in denial
To find my way back to you
Across treacherous seas
On this island with thoughts as my companion, I think
Pondering time lost; meditating on a life not yet lived
Balanced in mental and physical symmetry
In the center; the eye of the hurricane, a vision of your face
Calm and surreal
Welcoming with your soft virgin hands
I wish you could see what I see
A world where forgiveness is rewarded
Peace is blessed with bounties
Love is the restoration of hope
Close your eyes and feel the sun release its energy into your soul
You will see
The rain has fallen hard in this concrete jungle
Flooding from the tears of the poor
Lying paralyzed as the water pounds through this porcelain skin exposing the porous vulnerability
A million teardrops from a world lost in its journey to enlightenment
A path toward meaning tortured by emptiness
The rain is falling faster
With lightning speed and the power of a monster, it blocks the vision of an eagles eye
Dynasties buried to be found a thousand years forth
From the heated bed of rocks, the rain ignites the steam
I dreamed I was flying high above these clouds
To look down upon the crying faceless souls
Dry above the conflicts; denials; struggles
I dreamed I was soaring hand in wing with falcons
A shared journey to another play where the sun is a friend warming us with stories of a bright tomorrow
The grey clouds grow darker
The rainfall continues
A future unknown
A road unseen
He was a little boy who saw a little girl
He fell in love
That is all he ever wanted
No fairy tale; no kingdom by the sea; no fanfare
Someone to bathe in a pool of enchantment with; someone to care for the wounds of a life piercing for blood
In you, he found the depth of a soul filling it with warm savory love
When she coughed, he ran through the deserts and storms to be by her side
To be sacrificed for the chance to have her breathe a little longer would be his eternal reward
In the darkness, waiting patiently
Hands open and free to feel their shared touch until time ran its course
Looking down upon her with the generosity of a thousand angels sharing the message of peace in a temple of sunlight and flowers
He was a little boy that loved a little girl
He drank from her navel; the softest cup he had ever sipped from
She smiled and said a prayer wishing forever they would dance in that moment
Singing to her a lullaby passed down from his mother to her newborn son
Soon, she too will sing to another
One with a glimmer in his young eyes once shared by an older reflection of himself
Little bear, little bear sleep tight under the twinkle of the starry night