Humanity is Perpetually One Cupcake Away From Inspiration.

It started with a fundamental need. Hunger.

A craving for something sweet, perhaps cupcakes.

Hunger an undeniable need that parallels between each and every individual, and unites humanity. Not one of us can escape it, we are slave to it. It distinguishes us, among our other vast faculties, from the inanimate lifeless world we are immersed in.

After satiating this tooth with a ray of sugary sweet sunshine, a short walk down Avenue A passed 14th street lead me straight into my next blog. An apartment complex called “Stuyvesant town”. My buoyant steps through the lower east side of Manhattan could not have foretold a more eloquent flight.

My complete transport into the very antithesis of the city, it was as if crossing 14th street into stuy town walked me through a passageway that defied logic and took me directly into the scenic landscape of a lover’s dream. As we meandered through its winding paths, I looked back to what was my reality, at the archaic buildings that comprise the lower east side. I could envision the distinct line, no the wall, that separated the two opposing sides of 14th street. I turned back into the dewy dreamland; drew in a deep breath, and prepared to conquer this clandestine escape.

Even the dark cloak of night, could not diminish the rebellious flowers that demanded my attention. The tulips in deep slumber, closed for the night, left only its brilliant exterior upon which to affix my gaze.

My gentle footsteps did float across the merciful earth beneath, for I would not want to disturb. I caught the whisper of the quiet almost undetectable scent of narcissus, and was enamored by the drenched daffodils in full bloom. No less than dipped in pure gold, they called my name. I closed my eyes as the velvety soft mist from the fountain caressed my cheek. I noticed as my steps grew more firm as I drifted back down from sweet reverie.

A question followed. “Roof?”… was all I could decipher through my racing thoughts. A proposal that would birth moments the soul shant ever forget. A short lift up to the roof above the 12th floor I was transported to the view that is now safe kept, adjacent to my heart. Stepping through that doorway and on to the roof, found me immediately submersed in the center of the nebulous collage of buildings that coalesce forming breathtaking vista that is the NYC skyline. The harmonious anthem of artfully aligned architechtures overwhelmed my sight, I was left gasping for air. And without a warning, I was witnessing the very definition of “New York City”, with my own mortal eyes.

As I panned around, this extremely lucid night revealed a distinct outline of buildings juxtaposed against an equally luminescent night sky. The pinpoint projections of the stars dramatically mirrored the twinkling twilight of the structures below. It is indeed a rare delight to be able to witness the opposing dichotomy of the skyline and the stars, simultaneously. I know this because it was the first thing I noticed when I got up there, the lonely stars so hopelessly high, longing to be near the earth and to me in that earth. But their distance from me is as close as they can be, for to venture even an instant more near, would be death.

For too long my eyes have been shielded by man made barriers. Light pollution, call it what you will, had always obstructed my sight from discovering the stars in NYC. I was not prepared, finally I was above the city and from above the lights, I saw it all. And for that moment I was able to see what was there all along, always there.

It took me 22 years to achieve this height. And it took this sight to remind me of emotions that had faded into the background. The earth felt strange and unforgiving when I came back down. Perhaps we are all too unforgiving, and simply need an escape from ourselves. I take solace in that when I close my eyes to recall, my heart swells with the discoveries made on that night, which taught me emotions only beauty reveals. Lessons learned from the conversations between light and shadow reflecting onto the soul.
It started with an instinct, a fundamental need…and without a question,

I found my answer.