As I sit in my work office, I can’t help but think about Stan Lee this week.
His death wasn’t totally unexpected. His wife of almost 70 years died in July 2017, which is a difficult blow to anyone. He was 95 years old and not in the best of health. He’d stepped out of the public eye on the most part and there had been little news on someone who used to be such a huge public figure.
While the news was sad, I can’t say it was tragic. Stan Lee not only lived a really long time, but he got to live what many of us would consider a dream. Every day he got to show up to work and let his imagination run wild. He got to see the characters he created go from the comic book pages to the big screen to becoming icons, as famous, if not more so now, than past figures of myth like Hercules, Beowulf or Paul Bunyan. A hundred years from now, kids may be reading the tales of Spider-Man and The Incredible Hulk in their classical literature classes.
Can you imagine having that kind of impact? That kind of immortality?
Stan Lee won at life.
Most of us probably won’t be able to achieve that and many of us will stop trying.
I know, I often feel that way myself. After all, I started out wanting to be a music journalist but wound up being a reporter in a Podunk town in a Podunk state. But, even though it feels like circumstances work against me, I still try. I find time in the hours between my full-time job and two part-time jobs and my family to sit down and write my reviews and a little something about the videos I share.
Will I ever get to be like Stan Lee? Probably not.
But, for the meantime, I don’t expect to stop trying.