There are these two teens that I see every morning while dropping my youngest to kindergarten.
One of the girls is white and has a conspicuous hairstyle which is half shaved and half blond dreads. Her fashion is a nouveau punk-rock aesthetic that is a shocking Run DMC-meets-Sid Vicious fusion. She always has a skateboard tucked neatly under her arm and periodically jumps on it to cruise.
The other girl is South-Asian, wears a distinctively coloured hijab, and a relatively conservative business-casual dress shirt and jeans. She carries a gigantic backpack that defies proportion when compared to her slight build. Her laughter at her friend’s inaudible stories light up the morning street.
They are inseparable. Just as the sun sets in the west and rises in the east, you will see them walk slowly together, oblivious to the world around them, lost in each other’s company, smiling, laughing, telling stories on their way to the local Catholic high school.
I get a sudden rush of joy and inspiration from them every morning as I walk my own little girl to school because I feel they represent the future, the new world; a place where anything is possible because paradox, nuance, and complexity are embraced rather than feared.
If you are looking for inspiration, remember to find it in our youth. Just open your eyes.