We can’t please everyone, can we?
While running errands over the weekend I passed one of best things about Central Square- Graffiti Alley. Although it may not be everyone’s cup of tea, it’s some of my favorite street art in the city. Every time I walk through the magical rainbow covered walls, I notice something new. What did this mean to the artist? What were they thinking?
Then, as I reflected on purpose and meaning, I stumbled on this message today:
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about purpose. To me, purpose doesn’t have to be something grand or extravagant, but it has to be meaningful.
Purpose is what fills your soul and makes your day worthwhile. Purpose is what gets you out of bed in the morning.
Graffiti Alley made me think about my own purpose- speaking to others through my own writing and art. It’s only natural for any writer or artist to fear rejection, criticism, or naysayers- however, the purpose of my work is to connect with those who understand.
Art tells a story, whether it’s a mural or a song. Although not everyone will understand the work an artist shares with the world, the art can have immense meaning; meaning that is unique to each individual.
Each time I receive an email from a person who relates to my struggles, has walked in my shoes, or needs someone to vent to, I am both overjoyed and humbled. Connecting with others on a deeper level means everything to me. From being a young girl who was bullied in school to someone who can be the voice to stand up for others, I wouldn’t want to be liked by everyone.
I would rather connect with one person on a meaningful level than 100 people for something shallow.
So, the next time I walk through Graffiti Alley, I’ll ponder the thought that went into each splatter of paint, brush stroke, and word. We may not understand the meaning that went into the art, but remember: it could mean the world to someone.