Let Me Introduce… The Mystery Man

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Today, I want to tell you about the Mystery Man.

I call him so because I don’t know him much.

I only see him.

I think he must be around 70 years.

Why does his age matter more than any of his other description?

Because in this part of the world, where getting over 60 is automatically assumed as a period to rest on your laurels, the Mystery Man is here to learn something new. Something completely alien.

Something complicated and difficult even for us — the so called young ones.

He is here to learn 3D designing.

And I see him drawing 3D cubes. Everyday.

The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.

Aldous Huxley

Mystery Man is lean, almost sickly. His skin is wrinkled. And he is dressed in the most mundane of ways you can imagine.

His bespectacled eyes, though. They are so… rich. Satisfied. Happy.

A part of me wonders whether he is alone or has a family. Because, generally, in our culture, when a person grows old, his children take care of him (and they, mostly, do this out of love rather than compulsion).

So does he not have any children? Or are they just away? What about his wife? Is it just a hunger for knowledge that brings him here? Or did some unfortunate event force him to take up the challenge?

Every day, I want to talk to him. I want to know his story. To know his need. To know his inspiration. To know his drive.

And I want to thank him for unintentionally giving me a renewed determination, confidence, and a true motivation.

But, being the shy guy I am, I don’t

All I do is watch him.

Watch him squint his eyes at the computer screen as he fumbles with his mouse, hovering the cursor over complex software buttons.

Watch him frequently adjust his spectacles and smack his lips with an unhurried dedication toward building his cube.

Watch him triumph with a smile on his face.

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Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.

Mark Twain

There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.

Sophia Loren

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Celestial Vessel (Revisited with Drawing Everyday)

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She slips inside in sleepless nights
Smiles on me her celestial lights
The blaze of sun and the glaze of moon
She shows them all and leaves just as soon

She moves amidst those dancing shadows
As if she owns me, around she wallows
Whispering thoughts that’s just my kind
I wonder ofttimes if she reads my mind

When the dawn hits, she’s no more there
Conjured of thoughts, she’s not so real
A spirit, a musing, a fantasy, if you will
Only her touch left behind for me to feel

That’s when I pen her down
And all her whispering
Those genius words!
Those genuine thoughts!
I bleed them all out
For the world to see
And to think I’m a genius!
There can be no greater sin.

I am but a vessel
A simple messenger
Hers
For it is I
who can see her, hear her, feel her
So it is I
who must present her beauty to all
Her beauty
Her words
Her thoughts
It’s not me
Oh, not me!
I am but a messenger
I am but a vessel.

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(I posted this poem waaaaayyyyyyyyyy back, but it went well with the sketch I did today, so… that’s that.)