I AM NOT JOHN CARTER OF MARS
I am not *John Carter, the
righteous ruler of Mars. I am just a man who simply lives by his own fantasy
which is basically a dream inside one of the shelves allocated in my head. Since
me and my wife moved back to my home country after more than many years living
abroad, John Carter of Mars (originally titled as Princess of Mars), a fantasy fictional character created by the
legendary writer, Edgar Rice Burroughs is somehow a character that I always
picture ourselves into. This is because I could relate ourselves to the character.
In the fictional novel John Carter of Mars, the character accidentally teleport to Mars through a space portal, fought his personal fight of survival through a beastly alien race, while gaining success, had a good life on the planet with another kind of highly civilised ancient alien race with advanced technology. He was given super extra human strength, worshipped and respected as the planet’s guardian and only hope before he was abruptly teleport back to planet earth, leaving behind many years of his personal struggle, unconditional love and friendship on Mars. And they were all gone in a blink of an eye.
In one point of the story, John Carter tried to find all ways possible of transporting himself back to Mars and finally succeeded, because he never gave up trying on everything and using up all resources that he has in his hands even when it takes him decades of his life to do so. But still, he succeeds.
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| An updated version of John Carter by Marvel Comics from the 1912's original novel by Edgar Rice Burroughs published in August, 1977. Photo credit goes to marvel.wikia.com. |
We literally had a life back
there. A different kind of life. Not a perfect life in every way but a life
that can hold itself on its own. We got to know about the life values there and
its simplicity before we decided to blend in with the people. We tried to live
our life like them, trying to take all the good stuff into our daily chores and
leave the bad stuff outside by the porch every time we’re home. We don't expect
anyone to understand because we never expect them to. It’s a matter of our own
personal choice. We chose what we think, and feel is the best for the both of
us. And they were the best choice indeed.
Every step that we took, we
made it into our own adventurous journey. Even when everyone else think it was
immaturity and obscurity that got into us. Impossible is just a word. Even
though this sounds cliché but over there, it literally came to life. It was simply magical.
And before I have the same day that John Carter had when he made his way back to Mars, emerges into my very own fantasy,
let's celebrate what we already have in our life and cherish what we have in front of
our very eyes before we have the regret of losing them all when they're gone for good. Good
night.
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