“So, son, how does it feel not to have a worry in the world?” - Jor-El to toddler Kal
I
started watching Superman: The Animated Series from the beginning.
Jor-El has learned that Braniac has been keeping a secret from the
people of Krypton as Braniac backs up itself to save itself from the destruction of
Krypton. Now Clark is learning how to fly. Now he’s a reporter at the
Daily Planet.
In celebration of Father's Day and in honor of
my Super Dad, Mom and I watched Man of Steel. I
wonder if anyone else was as choked up as I was throughout the film.
Dad would have loved it. Ever
since watching Man of Steel, ever since meeting a new super friend, I’ve been itching to watch this from the beginning.
It’s my fondest memory of Superman, because we watched a lot of it together.
This past Father’s Day
was the second of its kind without him by my side. I still have the “Super Dad” present bag that I
got him for Father’s day two years ago. The present wasn’t the best, a new pillow,
some T-shirts, and maybe some socks, but it was the bag that made it
special, super.
I’ve
been thinking about him a lot since then, and I think of him often when
I’m thinking of life-changing goals or possible plans for the future. Every so often I’m
struck with flashbacks of me taking care of him. These are moments when I
naturally take a deep breath in (mostly so I don’t pass out), the air tasting sweet in my lungs reminding me that we must breathe to live. Even so, every moment we were together, as difficult as it was, was when my heart
was at its calmest. I don't remember the last time my heart was at this state, except when...
Luckily, I laugh with happy memories a thousand times more than I cry with the difficult ones.
I
think I’m looking for something, searching for something, most likely
within myself. It’s a feeling I can’t shake. I need to strive for
something and focus my attention on attaining whatever this goal may be.
Knowing this, I can try to figure it out little by little,
as I finish this animated series one episode at a time.
Sunday, July 31, 2011, 2:15am — All that can be done is to breathe.
Some
moments are tougher than others. I have had more difficult moments in
the past month than I've had in my entire life. Sometimes these moments
fade, other times they linger. The sole thing getting me through these
most difficult of moments is my love for him, my love for my wonderful
dad. He really is the best dad that life could have matched me with. I
picture the little robots cycling through the infinite moms, dads, and
children toy machine capsules and coming across our winning combination.
Life's
lesson seems to be that it will get worse before it gets better. It may
get way worse before it gets better, YEARS worse before it may get
better. I will be challenging myself on top of the challenges and
obstacles that will be waiting for me ahead.
All that can be done is to breathe, wholeheartedly, and focused, with no worries or regrets.
