"Super(man/woman)"...

...not easy.

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by PAM



It's almost been five months now... five months since I was badly hit by idealism... idealism of the the 'most ideal' kind... the kind that brings you down on your knees, the kind that makes you realize that you are nothing but Someone's servant - and that you're being called to serve... to shed off any sort of pride you possess, so you can serve with all humility and with the purest of good intentions - intentions that are worthy of the One you have the great luck to serve - and a pocketful of a faithful's prayer to help fuel the climb... up and down this rough terrain of challenges.  Yep, I was hit - big time! 



Back in the days when serving was as simple as

making things work from the 'backstage'.

I thought I knew what I was doing.  I tried to make sure I knew what I was getting myself into.  In all diligence I prepared for the tasks ahead - and that's a lot, and oh, so difficult, too!  I thought I understood what service entailed... except that time wouldn't reveal the depth of the hole that I was required to climb down to to fulfill the mission I was called to serve for.  Time has its way of playing a trick on servants like myself... it reveals its secret when climbing up - to surrender - is no longer an option.  In a way it is good... 'cause it helps you, no matter how brutal the conditions are, to stay committed to the task in front of you.  It makes you cling to your faith - the same faith that made you commit to this mission, the faith that made you realize that your idealism - no matter how absurd others think of it - makes sense.  It makes you feel hopeful... it gives reason to be hopeful that things will just get better from now on.     

And yet, others merely see the prestige of the 'red cape' that you need to wear in fulfilling your mission to serve.  They don't see - or refuse to see? - the tears, sweat and blood that stain your 'red cape'.  From a distance, all they see is the attractive shining gleam of the cape... they imagine themselves wearing it instead of you... and they feel it would suit them better than you, and so they obssess over it.  And so they keep pulling it from your back... preventing you from fulfilling your task... not knowing that they, too, get stuck with you when they do that... and the mission remains unfulfilled... and the hole gets deeper still as time flies... time flies, and you don't... because you can't, because they won't let you.   

"I'm only a man in a funny red sheet looking for special things inside of me... 
Even heroes have the right to dream... and it's not easy to be me."

Yep, "it's not easy."   But I hope that they see that, I, too, is just one of them.  In fact, "I can't stand to fly" and that I'd rather sit in one corner, doing 'simple' stuff - but stuff that helps others to fly, that enables others to fly - away from people's attention.  I am uncomfortable being in the middle of all that attention, that flood of blinding spotlight... and I don't like being fussed about, I don't enjoy it.  I want to maintain independence and the low-profile life... no flying with everyone watching.  I just want to walk around, enjoy the view unnoticed.  However, I know, too, that it's too late for that now... I'm halfway in the hole - already.  I'm going to have to "man-up" and get the job done!  It doesn't matter that it ain't easy... to be me - for now.  I need to get to the bottom of this hole... put away and destroy that kryptonite that disables excellence to float to the surface of this place where I serve... and allow its inherent beauty to captivate the world once again - in a way that takes everyone's breath away!     

And to those who want the "red cape" for themselves... get in line, and wait for your turn, dammit!

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Video credit:  Thanks, YouTube, for the video link.

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