I cannot recall the first moment I decided I wanted to have superpowers. I must have been very young, as I began reading fantasy at quite an early age. All I know is that ever since that moment, I have lived with a mild pang of sadness at the thought that I will never know what it is like to wield power beyond this normal human shell.
Imagine being able to whisper to the very air and have it lift you high up into tendrils of the clouds and soar across the world, a cloud walker.
Or to feel your bones and muscle tighten with such strength that you could lift a whole building, or perhaps even simply remake the very substance of life into anything you wish, fusing your very own creativity into reality.
Ah the dreams I have had all my life, the stories I have told, only to awaken again and again to this damn normalcy. But at the same time I am quite grateful, because I recognize that it is being this normal guy that has pushed my imagination to its limits(with the help of copious amounts of books and games created by other inventive folk) and allowed me to imagine world upon worlds of magic and wonder.
If Humans have one true superpower it is our ability to create within our minds an infinite universe of possibility, to bend and twist the fabric of reality into anything we can think up, and we can do this again and again until the moment we leave this Earth.
Creativity is our gift to ourselves and those around us.
It is quite wonderful when you think of it that way, isn’t it?