What Difference Does It Make? Does your mind ever ask you this?
Do you look down at your art and hear this phrase ping ponging through the corridors of thought?
Poor little piece of art, are you really asking it to solve the world’s problems in order to justify its existence?
Are you asking it to solve all of your problems to justify its existence?
That is not what it is for!
What a heavy load to put on a humble impulse.
Would you ask an egg to support a skyscraper?
The Difference is this: did you jump off a balcony? Did you break all your plates? Did you ruin a friendship? No? That’s the difference. Life is hard and art is necessary to make it bearable.
A little pleasure, a little hope, a little alchemy to transform the ugly to beauty.
An outcome does not have to be concrete and permanent. It can merely be the lack of defeat.
I ride my bike to the bank to deposit a check and realize the box store is next door. I need a few mailing supplies for all the prints I sold on my first limited edition print offering!
There isn’t a bike rack out front, so I ride to the alleyway entrance, dismount next to the metal fence and start to secure my bike when a young person wearing a mask makes some noises in my direction. I can’t understand them and do not assume they are talking to me but despite my disregard they persist, and I look up.
I’ll watch your bike.
I can watch your bike while you’re inside, nobody will take it.
Oh! Thank you so much. That’s nice.
I take off my helmet, leave it in the front basket and walk inside feeling both uneasy and something else.
I’ve lived in major metropolitan areas my entire adult life. I don’t leave things unlocked. One of my main mottos is Better Safe Than Sorry. I like locking my bike. I like reducing risk. I like certainty. This act of generosity is making me think about it rather than just knowing it’s handled. But it’s also interesting.
The young person is wearing a t-shirt with the store logo. They are in the act of sweeping. That adds up to a legit employee. Or at least 90% of one. What are the chances the small box store would let some rando wear one of their shirts and loiter productively outside the shop if they didn’t know them? So, with that calculus, I am still in the acceptable range of Better Safe Than Sorry.
At the cash register I try to see my bike but it’s either not there or out of site. I spend the full minute I am in the store thinking about my bike and wondering if I will have to walk home. That’s my brain!
The bike is there. I shout out, Thank you so much!
You are welcome!
How lovely! They are probably doing it to be a good employee, but it feels genuinely nice. It’s like Ted Lasso nice. It makes me really happy.
And with this I add a new category called Mottos. I have several I live by and I would like to explore them.
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