We have the power to decide how we show up, regardless of the number of candles on our birthday cakes. We don’t have to let the “old man” in. We can choose to be the people who bring that light into the room, who find joy in the quiet moments, and who refuse to let the world steal our spark.
Most of us walk around with a scarcity mindset about giving. We think we have to have extra before we can give any of it away. That's backwards.
Staying sharp about change requires the humility to find your own blind spots - especially when disruption is supposedly your whole identity.
One morning, I walked past the place where the Living Voltaire usually sits, and he wasn’t there. He is usually there in his spot, observing the neighborhood, greeting certain dogs, talking to certain people, dispensing small pieces of wisdom like loose change from a pocket.
But that morning, nothing. No Living Voltaire.
The lights dimmed and the room came alive. It was one of those rare, breathless moments when everyone in attendance collectively realizes they are about to witness something unforgettable.
When the founders were forming this country, they were trying to get ideals down. Virtues. Values. All the things people argue about. But the one thing they could agree on was the First Amendment. Freedom of speech.
Three morning-walk stories about parrots, free speech, hidden community, and the philosopher on Voltaire Street.