David:
Sometimes, I get enough of a boost that I can feel the fruition of some crazy, insane, and altogether might-as-well-be impossible dream, and at the same time, a true glimpse into exactly how much work I am in for. Monuments are not built with one brick at a time, but miles, years before where they are dreamed and enabled one caring touch at a time.
Our actions today will build the monuments of tomorrow. It is up to us to decide what these monuments will be: monuments to our creative wonder, or memorials to our violent, destructive natures.
I have a scratch painting hanging in my apartment. Some people seem to really enjoy it. I put the one I enjoyed up as well, but I do not think they care about that one. How typical that is for an artist.
The love letters I’ve been writing for the City of Lost Children seem to be collecting all the things I’ve never said, but meant to. Engraving lost opportunities and hidden feelings gives them more weight and heft and makes my life worth more, monumental.
That all our lives bear as much significance… if we understood that all of our lives bore as much significance, that much wisdon would reshape our world.
Happy Buddha Pumima day. I do not know what that means, but other people’s words must be auspicious.