Being extraordinary! What is extraordinary? How does one become out of the ordinary? I don’t know exactly. Perhaps it’s about doing something nice for folks one wouldn’t otherwise do. Or it could be recording an original song on a Smart Phone and sharing it with the world. Or maybe it’s about being one’s true self. Showing one’s true nature isn’t necessarily a bad thing. The true self can be reflected in one’s letting go of the walls he or she has built up for so many years. It’s about tearing down each protective layer little by little until there is none left.
It takes courage to tear down walls one has built up around one’s self over the years resulting from some tragedy occurring to him or her. Through doing so, one must learn to trust in others again, after many years of betrayal from others. It’s a learned habit or means. However, I don’t believe folks are easily trusting with everything about their lives. Then, again, it’s important to maintain a sense of privacy for oneself. I know so all too well.
From the time I was in middle school all the way through my mid to late twenties, I had built up a thick layer of protective walls, because I worried about getting betrayed all over again by people. Trust was hard to give, because of the fear possessing my heart everyday I stepped off the bus to enter school. For me, middle school was a scary place, because it was hard to discern who were friends and who were the real enemies.
The fabric of time is commenced upon the heads of a light burning in the heart in the young. There is a pulsating rhythm burning throughout the core of probability. However, the power within is build up layer by layer within the contingencies of letting go of what’s real and holding onto what isn’t.
Truest of the true are lost to cavities of the dark whirlwind sucking up the spirit, and putting the soul through the wringer. Are there no more frequencies from which the energy may be channeled.
Childhood is supposed to be a whimsical time where all the melodies within the heart come together to form a phantasm. It is in and of itself something of extraordinary. The things a child can achieve such as calculating figures, or creating a beautiful painting or poem, or even playing an instrument such as the violin so beautifully. Such things are extraordinary.
My brother John at a young age could look at a room and tell the correct measurements without using anything by his mind to do the calculations. Figures were nothing for him. By the time he was a sophomore in high school, even geometry was too simple for him. He was so advanced in mathematics, I believe there were even times he knew more than his teachers did in the areas of mathematics. There was one teacher in particular whom shall remain nameless. She punished him, because he refused to work out the formulas on paper to show how he got the answer. He told her it’s quicker to work out the formulas in his head than to write it all down on paper. To write it down on paper takes too long. Therefore, he refused. He always came up with the correct answers even when she wrote problems off the top of her head onto the chalkboard. My brother raised his hand and said the answer out loud.
The woman often wrote him up for failing to comply with her wishes and classroom rules, and sent him to the office where he’d have to receive an after school detention, because she wanted him to write out the formulas to prove how he came up with the answer to the mathematical problems and equations she’d write on the chalkboard, and for the homework assignments from the textbooks.
Aside from having a sharp mind in mathematics, he was good with his hands when it came to sewing, woodshop, and making pottery and sculpting in art class. When he was a sophomore, he and a couple of his buddies too home economics just so they could be amongst some pretty girls. One of the assignments was to design our own sweatshirts. John was so talented with sewing, his shirt looked professionally made. He was also good at it when he was in the eighth grade when the assignment was to make a duffel bag. Again, his finished product looked professionally made.
When he was in high school and took shop, the assignment was to mold plastic and make a serving spatula. Again, his looked professionally made. He was also a remarkable artist. He designed amazing sketches of creatures which could have been a cartoon series in and of themselves. He could have accomplished many other amazing things in life had he not died in a car accident at the age of seventeen.
Had he been around in life today, he could have been a professional artist, sculptor, foreman in construction, maybe owned his own business, or even been a clothing designer. The possibilities were endless. However, what I’m trying to say is during his childhood and teenage years, he accomplished amazing things.
He taught himself how to play guitar when he was in middle school. John often took our dad’s guitar and played it in the basement. He often sang many of the songs which were popular at the time. In particular, he enjoyed singing and playing on the guitar the theme song from the television show The Dukes Of Hazard. However, he changed up the melody a bit to make it his own.
Amongst his other many talents, from the time he was in his early years of elementary school up until his death at the age of seventeen, he was a remarkable. He was good at every sport he tried. In the first grade, he won a first place blue ribbon for track. From the fifth grade through high school, he won the Presidential Physical Fitness Award every year. In middle school, he won the first place award for the running long jump. He was a remarkable young man who achieved extraordinary things in his short span of life. Although his life was cut short at an early age, he lived a full life through making the most out of every opportunity which came his way.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016