"A Streetlight Manifesto", BK Endeavors/Brett Kelley, 1/25/13, 8:07pm
As long as I can remember, from those old days where primary transportation were the rubber under my toes I can recall that at night I'd experience the strangest of phenomena, or so it seemed to me at the age of thirteen
The light bulbs draped over evening-shrouded streets always seem to flicker and pop on whenever I approached, as if they were so excited to see a weathered pedestrian to bathe in yellow luminescence, this was the essence of my dusk till dawn wanderings, it was so magical to me.
And for some bizarre, naive reason I led myself to believe that it was because the universe was telling me I was going in the right direction. As if the world were telling me "stay the course, I'm showing you the light so you'll continue maintaining sight, we will ignite ourselves in your positive presence!"
And over the years it became comforting... knowing that for whatever reason, be it universal energy or pure brilliant coincidence that nature was providing me a warm glow to know that I am on the right track.
But, these past few years as I've grown older, made compromises and seen the demise of my childhood, sacrificed for survival in the 1st World Order of existence, that these lights no longer light up in celebration whenever I walk or drive by them. Instead, they flicker, hum and dim into darkness.
To be specific there are two on my ride home from my job, do I see them burst into the worst kind of lackluster night, leaving me to navigate by my own headlights. And while that might not seem to be such a harsh development, in my head, my mind and soul, it always bores a hole into my sense of self,
Has the light betrayed me? When did I shift from giving light to snuffing it out? Am I still on the right path, or have I strayed, and the world is telling me to change my intended destination, or travels to get it. My manifesto, is to change, and see if I am bathed in light once more.