Superman was as fast as a speeding bullet and more powerful than a locomotive. Wonder Woman had superhuman strength and agility. Aquaman could manipulate the weather and had telepathic control of all aquatic life. There have been countless superheroes with so many different amazing superpowers throughout time, but what did most of them have in common? They all resembled the average human being. They were able to blend in and live among us freely. They lived our lifestyles and some even adapted to our cultures. Many had full-time jobs, families to take care of, and serious relationships. Spider-Man was a freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle who took care of his Aunt and was in love with Mary Jane. Superman was a reporter for a metropolitan newspaper and was in love with Lois Lane. Batman was a business executive. The Hulk was a physicist. Wonder Woman was a nurse. Green Lantern was a test pilot and the list goes on. “With great power comes great responsibility.” Holding the weight of the world and having so much responsibility thrown at them teaches hero’s a lot of lessons. It builds knowledge in ways that a book can’t teach. Those experiences give the hero different perspectives of life and insight that they can utilize to help others throughout their regular daily routines. Think…

Random rant to get my mind ready for work. Hope you enjoy and if it helps you, please let me know by leaving a comment. For a very long time, I was constantly told that I am too giving. Not so much as in material items, but more of giving pieces of myself. I was always very trusting and gave my heart away on many occasions. Those were some very heavy situations that destroyed me worst than any physical pain I’ve ever endured. No matter the pain, I continued to give more and more of myself only to get destroyed each time and I didn’t know why. I was aware of what was hurting me and I was aware of the patterns that lead to the hurt but I couldn’t stop giving. As if it was a drug that I was addicted to. I don’t know if it was a trauma reaction or an action derived from an insecurity that made me feel that people would stay if they ever truly got to know who I really am. I don’t know. All I know is, regardless of the reason, I truly enjoyed the feeling of giving. The more I gave, the more I hurt, and if you know me, you know what I am about to say. Struggle makes strength.…

I am currently working on a project forcing me to do a lot of soul-searching. Shadow work as you might call it. Looking back on the chapters of my life, I noticed 1 thing that stuck out the most. I am exactly where I am today because of positivity. If you have read any of my recent posts, you may have read that I am also labeled as toxically positive. I will admit that I am the most positive person I know, but I can also say that my positivity has helped me overcome many obstacles and kept me out of countless negative situations that could have steered my life in a completely different direction. While writing all of this down, my mind drifted off into other thoughts. -Who else has ever looked back at their past and observed how positivity has changed the direction of their life completely? -With all that is known throughout history, why is there so much hate, if positivity could hold the steering wheel to our future?-What could we do to make the world a more positive place? Then one event, where I was in a very aggressive situation and I was in the wrong state of mind. I remembered how I was going to make a decision that was emotionally based, but I decided…

As long as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a daddy. Not just the title of being a daddy, but actually being a daddy. Somebody who, when the words “Daddy’s home” is said, a little one is just as excited to see me as I am to see them. Somebody who, when my babies are scared, knows to run to daddy for safety. Somebody whose sole purpose was to protect, provide and guide another soul and help it enjoy the pleasures of life while also becoming the best version of itself. Even in middle school before I found my first love, I knew that I always was going to be a daddy. I knew I was going to be the best daddy in the world. I recently came to the realization that, because of my age, I may not be able to have that chance. This isn’t to be a deep, dark blog post but it is truly something I treasured dearly. Losing something as valuable as being a daddy makes, what others treasure, seem like nothing. I came to the realization that the opportunity of being a daddy, an opportunity that every human being should be blessed with, has been lost. I will say that I know that my children are going to come looking for…

Looking back to my earliest memory, I think it was when my mother changed my diaper. A lot of the time, she would have to change my twin brother and me at the same time. This time, in particular, was one of those times. While she was changing me, I remember playing with my brother while we were both on our backs. She wrapped my ankles together so that she could hold my legs with one hand and wrestle with my brother in the other hand. I think the reason why I remember this so vividly is because my mom was trying to do all of this while on a waterbed. My brother and I bouncing around was one thing, but then you had mom trying to balance and keep us in control. I remember that it was bright and sunny outside and the windows were open. All you could hear outside was the rustling of the trees, and it was a windy day. For some reason, I think I even remember the pattern of the bedsheet. It was a bunch of vibrant multicolored squares. I actually think my mom was having just as much fun as we were.