[1 of 2] "The Tenderloin is a place where a lot of artistic energy is concentrated. I guess a lot of people think of the Tenderloin as being this crazy place that's all fucked up and stuff, but to me, the neighborhood is a creative place that's putting cool stuff out into the world. People like to have their scapegoats in life whether they're places, other people or politicians. That's why I think the Tenderloin gets the bad rap that it does. In some ways, I think its reputation keeps a lot of the bullshit out. I would be pretty sad if gourmet cupcake places started springing up all over the place. So, part of me doesn't want it to shake its reputation. The other part of me worries that if all it has is this negative reputation, the outside world is going to see it as something that's expendable. That would destroy all the good things that are here. San Francisco has a long history of invaders. We've always been good at only letting them get so far. People are mobilizing and trying to do what they can to make sure they don't get bulldozed." - Elliot
هر کدام از ما چیزی را از دست می دهیم
که برایمان عزیز است
فرصت های از دست رفته،
امکانات از دست رفته،
احساساتی که هرگز نمیتوانیم برشان گردانیم...
این بخشی از آن چیزی است که
به آن میگویند
📚 هاروکی موراکامی - کافکا در کرانه
-I parked my car further than usual the other day from the train station I get off on, during that extended period between exiting the train and getting back to my car my mind ran freely.
I noticed squirrels chasing each other around trees, young kids full of optimism and free from extensive responsibility.
Halfway to my vehicle I noticed a group of mid twenties-early thirties men talking over a beaten up and clearly neglected truck.
The men were not aware of my natural disposition to eavesdrop and I heard them talking about the potential for the truck, the care neglected by the previous owner, and how the truck will be an absolute beauty when they finish the shopping list of repairs and modifications.
I arrived at my newer, clean vehicle and thought about the contrast in our experiences and the differences in our days.
I had just sat through a meeting/networking event, dressed in a suit feeling lonely and unsure of the world I was creating for myself. Impartial to many things in my life and numb to many hedonic experiences, however large or small, in the collection of memories I held in my past.
These men were in tattered clothes, had dirty hands calloused and evidently used daily to accomplish work or nurture hobbies.
I sat blankly and examined the similarities between my own life and the life of the truck.
Yes, there has been a rough past and many experiences and stories visible in both the truck's peeling paint and my own psyche. Yet there were many issues that remained dormant until the key was turned.
But it made me think, during such an uncertain and vulnerable time in my life.
Things may look or feel the way I interpreted the truck, beyond repair and worthless; but there's always potential to add a new coat of paint, touch up some upholstery, or upgrade performance modifications.
I found myself resonating with the optimism of the men, and began looking at a daunting future with an increased sense of optimism.
Funny how a small trip three or four blocks further to my car, such a micro change, could provoke such a critical and rewarding internal train of thought on a path to self-realization.