Batman & Cupcakes

I used to see the future, for real. We all did. Can’t you remember when we were kids? We could see years from then. I remember seeing at least 15 years to the future when I was a kid.

I remember I could see myself in college, driving a car or not wearing a school uniform. And a beard, that was important. Then as I grew older I lost sight of time. I was barely capable of seeing a few years ahead of me. I remember seeing myself receiving my degree, but by then I was already losing my superpowers.

When a big test was coming, or a large project, I was unable to see beyond that goal. I could see past it, but it was almost impossible to visualize myself in 3 days. How would I look? Would I be tired? There was only one thing certain.

And time went by and after getting my degree my vision narrowed. Every month things changed. Every day was harder to fight for my dreams and I had new dreams to fight for even thought the other dreams were not fulfilled. Every day there’s a new perspective and the future is so uncertain. It’s like I’m walking through a mist. I mean, I now there’s something on the other side, but now it’s all up to me. I miss my powers, now there’s only one thing I know.

A few weeks ago I was talking a lot with a girl. She’s cool. We talked a lot and I thought we were cool. I bought some cupcakes and I wondered if I’d get to share them with her. The cupcakes would be ready after a few weeks because it was a special offer and I had to wait. There I was, a guy that once upon a time was able to see himself 15 years in the future was now wondering if he was going to eat a few cupcakes in good company within a few days. I had lost my powers, just one thing left.

Later she realized we weren’t as cool as I thought. She disappeared. So here I am, superpowerless, with a fridge full of cupcakes. But it’s ok. I still have cupcakes.

The further we see, I’ve come to realize, the more we’re told. Just like a stowaway in a vessel being told what’s on the horizon by the lookout. We’re told to graduate, to drive a car, to get a job and else. In the end your superpowers were only the expectations of your family and peers. The bird’s eye view was just as real as the invisibility of your blankets when you hid under them when you were 4.

We now drive a drifting boat. No horizon. No map. Where are your superpowers now that the cupcakes are here? There’s only one thing I’ve learned: improvisation. Batman would still be Batman without the belt. I have no powers, true, but I’m still myself. And you? Are you your own Batman? What are you going to do with your cupcakes?