Adventure Time #27
KaBOOM!’s Adventure Time #27 is out in the universe today. Ryan North wrote it, guest artist Jim Rugg drew it. Brittney Williams, Sabrina Scott, and Tom Hunter created the covers along with Chrystin Garland, whose cover D is above.
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The sun rises from the east and sets from the west. We operate according to schedules that dictate our lives as Earth orbits around the sun. Every week feels similar to the previous week as we attend to our assigned duties. We focus on what the next day, week, or month has in store, creating a tunnel vision that only encompasses our own lives. So, if any moment in time where someone or something disrupts the status quo, it will agitate us. We enjoy clockwork structures where we can anticipate every moment of our lives. Eventually, we may obtain an autopilot lifestyle where we can simply… pass by.
Is this all we are created for, to simply pass on by?
One of my favorite directors.
In other words, beauty is an extremely subjective word. Why is this? Why is beauty highly contingent to the individual? This question may or may not have a clear answer, but it is interesting to look at what makes a subject beautiful. *Side note: To keep things consistent, I’m going to refer “subject” as a human being.*
Psychology, the study of mental behaviors and functions, may have some insight to this question. Fredric Neuman wrote an article on Psychology Today pertaining to the topic of beauty. Half way through his article, he notes that an individual prefers symmetrical or average features. Neuman commented of how people who had average features - straight nose with an average length, eyes that aren’t too large or small - is more attractive. This brief argument of finding beauty in symmetry isn’t however proving the subjectiveness of the statement “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”. But why would I bring this up in the first place. Could it be that beauty goes beyond physical appears? Well duh…. Let’s look at this more closely though.
From my 23 years of existence (I know I haven’t lived very long), I have yet to meet someone with the same exact personality as someone else; this includes twins. The chances of finding someone with practically the same personality are extremely slim. Given the type of up bringing, nationality, generation, financial tax bracket, and other factors make this probability small and complex. Now what’s the point? This is where subjectivity of beauty comes in. Each individual goes through unique experiences, shaping his or her overall personality. I like to imagine personality as a specific arrangement of colors that the individual has gathered throughout his or her life’s journey. This unique arrangement of colors will fill the blank canvas.
Someone here on this planet will find your painting, or in this your character, and call it beautiful…
As I am sitting on icy tiles in a small sauna room, waiting for the room to fill up with steam, I attempt to pray to my God. But, I immediately lose myself in worries about the hazy, unknown future. The IT career path doesn’t bring joy to my heart. I enjoy playing with technology and discover its uses and functions to benefit society. However, it only produces happiness and not joy (there’s a big difference between joy and happiness in my book). Building the church and teaching the word truly brings joy from within. Deep down inside, I can’t get myself to forsake these gifts from God to build up the church for some secure and comfortable lifestyle. But, what is holding me back is the shear difficulty that Christians in ministry suffer through as they pursue Jesus…
Steam and heat fills the tight room as I find myself slowly sinking deeper into my thoughts. I am genuinely concerned of my future the more I mull over this path to help the church. Why…? Is it because I won’t have all the flashy materials like my friends? Is it because the world thinks that church is a waste of time and a big hoax? Am I afraid that Jesus will not provide for me and that I need to take matters into my own hands? My eyes tighten as beads of sweat fall faster down my face.
Then I open my eyes and gaze at the light fixture above my head. The light pierces through the thick fog even though I cannot see my outstretched hands.
Not sure why this entry is posted publicly, but it is not finished.