What Avengers Endgame Can Teach Us About Worthiness
Admittedly, I am not the biggest comic book guy in the world, or even on the podcast for that matter, but I did recently see “Avengers; Endgame” and it was remarkable.
I only got into the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) around the time many others did with the release of “Black Panther”. I watched because it felt like such a defining moment culturally. I watched and enjoyed, but was certainly left with a bucket of questions; Who was that random white dude at the end with one arm? What happened to make so many superheros so gunshy? And doesn't Michael B Jordan have a football game to get to? (I was also watching “Friday Night Lights” at that time.) I decided to learn more about the MCU. I watched as many as I could before the big conclusion that everyone was talking about.
Endgame hit me at a strange time. I knew who the characters were. I knew why I should care about them, but I didn’t have over a decade invested into these heroes like so many other viewers did. I think because of this and the excellent writing team, I couldn’t help but see the story through the lens of the struggles in my life as a creative.
I don’t have much to say about the film as a Marvel movie other than “ It was great and I loved it.” Not an overly exciting opinion when likely a billion people share the same one. It was human, though; at times even uncomfortably so. Making someone who can shoot lightning out of his face, is from another plane of existence, oh and is literally a god, not only behave like a human, but feel like one... that is extraordinary. After Thor fails at his job to protect his people he gives up, and showing that brokenness was pretty damn bold. I loved it! The choice to have one of the strongest, most reliable, as well as funniest superheroes turn flabby and all around sorry was inspired. I hope that choice was appreciated for more than it’s obvious humor and got to a few peoples hearts.
The past year has been tough on ol’ Pete. Although not a god, I (like many of us) expect greatness. I wanna do big things. Things that I care about and that have meaning a purpose. I usually don’t ever say that out loud. Saying I want success and big wins feels weird. Maybe it’s false modesty getting the best of me or conservative southerness at its most deceptive, but whatever it is I am trying to fight it. Honestly, it probably is just good old fashioned fear. Often times those big things fail. Sometimes those big things don’t even get the chance to fail because I can’t even get the ball rolling to even make it to the gutter; It just sits there in the little bowling ball return machine and I won’t pick it up. Failure is a strange thing. Even now I don’t exactly know how to talk to about it. It constantly changes its appearance and definition. I am moving into a season of life with writing and podcasting that if I don’t start taking big risks and allow myself the right to not only fail, but fail well, then the successes will stay down at the end of the bowling lane waiting for someone else more worthy. We take that big “L” and we crumble. We put ourselves out there, we worked hard, we made a new axe, we fought, we bled, and then a giant purple monster comes from outer space and turns half of the universe into dust. Then we get fat, grow out our beards and play videos games. That’s easy... Can’t fail at that. But damn that! Truth is, we are worthy, all of us. We just gotta stick that hand out and know eventually that hammer - or axe - is coming.