There are dark times, which lead to the existence of vigilantes, and the same is actually justified in the presence of evil, and the lack of ability from the side of the good side, or rather the law to stop them. Fiction has got Batman, Hellby, Catwoman, Green Arrow, The Punisher, Green Hornet, Ghost Rider, Batgirl, and all those can provide the person who can fill that space. It is the existence of evil and the absence of law and order that inspires the vigilantes. It is where the world need The Joker, The Riddler, Poison Ivy and others for the existence of Batman.
Considering this vigilante situation and the stories, I would say the same about my muse. There is no beautiful lady for my muse or even a wonderful destination, and there are not many positive things that inspire me to write regularly, and on the contrary, it is the absence of the same which you can see, and you know that I had to fill that void. But to this void, negativity has been flowing in, and to bring the balance, I had to write better, come up with a lot more and I also had to do it quicker.
So, in the absence of that usual muse, I had to get inspired to write from this negativity which spread from this void to create the dark clouds. So, this negativity is my muse. It will define me like The Joker has defined The Dark Knight, and it is in many case, a necessity. It is not the presence of a positive thing, but the presence of a negative thing which has a certain effect which can be converted into the positive. It makes one feel the need to bring the opposition in one way or the other.
I have had this negativity reinforced on me by my relatives. It has been a regular practice, and so I shall credit them with providing this muse for me. So, just like Batman needed his villains, I guess that I need these people at least in the blogging world; but can’t say the same related to the life outside. Maybe I should call them Uncle Muse and Aunt Muse, for their contributions to my writings. Their vain talks about their sons and daughters having potato chips made of gold have worked here.
There are those talks about the significance of their children marrying a richer person, and you know how significant it is to check that when falling in love – in the end, they just need that achievement in money, even if not in the official salary count. The attempts have been made to remind how pathetic I am and that is depressing, but when I am in front of this laptop, that is an inspiration. I have written a number of blog posts about what I have heard from them, if you have been following this blog for some time.
Yes, such people are needed, but it is the increasing number of such people which is taking things a little bit out of control. Think about Batman taking on two Jokers; it is not that good. But I will survive, because I have the other side of the coin, the side with the image of the muse. The other side which they show, the side of the fool’s gold, the great illusion of the vault of plenty, will fade on this day or the other. On that day, they will realize that it is not all about being rich; until that day, I will be the vigilante, and keep them in the muse list.
So, the one realization that I have come up with which is also the conclusion, is that they are my muse, and I am their vigilante – it is a situation worth a long tale. But whether it is an evil empire that they are building or a fake impression of an utopia, I am not buying that. I am even hoping to develop my own superpowers. I would still try not to have the power to read minds, because if I ever read what was inside such vain people, I might have to give up my soul to the darkness; but I intend to keep it, at least for now.
***The images used in this blog post are from the Official Facebook Pages of Arrow (TV Series) and Gotham (TV series).