catalyst

the first work of graffiti i remember seeing, the one that struck a chord with me, and really, influenced me to venture into "street art" was some sign on a wall in an abandoned lot in midland, texas. it was bright and beautiful, and it shined a light into what was a young, angry, emo before there was such thing as emo mind. it read, "i just feel like something wonderful is about to happen." i'm remembering that now because that feeling just breezed through me. it wasn't huge, but it was like this ball of hope rolled through me. ever get those? it's odd that it happened as i was considering a project, a creative project. i don't know that the feeling will bring about anything wonderful. i don't know. maybe something wonderful will happen. maybe soon.

hope is one of those things you can never have too much of. even if it's stupid. unless of course, you're hoping someone dies. i think it's all about kindness, after all. i remember reading somewhere that simple kindness is the most noble of human aspirations. hope and kindness. if you put those two together, if you can aspire truly to these two ordinary ideals, if you can hope when times are hopeless, if you can show kindness when all around is cruelty, if you can do them to the utmost, these two things become extraordinary. i think they have a name for people like that. i think they call them saints.

i'm no saint. and you probably aren't either. are you? this is my own graffiti though, for those of you still reading this:

something amazing is happening to someone right now. you just might be next.

sometimes life is good, after all.

 

ghost