We Build This City…If I were Mayor

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Built This City.”

What do you love most about the city / town / place that you live in? What do you like the least about it? If you were mayor, what would be the most important problem you’d tackle? How would you tackle it?

I live in New York City.  More specifically Brooklyn.

I love my city.  I love the diversity of my city.  I love the various kinds of people you can come across in one day.  I love our museums, our botanical gardens, our zoos, our restaurants, I love our sport teams.  I love rooting against the Yankees, and I love rooting for my Mets. I love the over all fast pace of it all.

There is so much I love about my city, but I’ve watched it change.  There are very few real New Yorkers.  So many are transplants chasing a life they’ve read and dreamed about.  We’re seeing neighborhoods change.  People can’t afford to stay in there own neighborhoods any more.  The constant building of high rises, that go unoccupied because so very few people can afford it.  I’m not trying to sound political, but the line between the haves and the haves not are so far in between, they hardly see each other.

If I were Mayor the first problem, I would tackle is Education.  Specifically “failing schools”.  I don’t understand how closing a “failing school”, addresses the problem at him.  It seems to be a easy solution because people are too lazy to try.

I would improve our public places like Libraries, with free workshop and classes.

No more vacant high rises.  perhaps a rule that 60-70 percent of the units need to rented/sold when the building is fully completed, and the owner or building management is taking on buyers or renters.

The public transit system has been can’t continue to drain the pockets of New Yorkers.  The price goes up almost every other year, and since there are no other options, people will pay, because there is no other choice.  My solution is to create another choice.  At the rate we its going, I fear we will be paying  $5 for a one way trip.

I don’t think the minimum wage should be $15, but I don’t think it should be $8.75 either…atleast in NYC.

Too Big To Fail: Fear of Failure….and Success?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Big To Fail.”

Tell us about something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail (and tell us why you haven’t tried it yet).

I would attempt to be a full time writer.  I would write books, I would write articles for magazines, and online publications.  It would be my career.  Making my hours, working from where I want to work, doing what I enjoy.  If you tell me that I am sure to succeed, I would start right away.

So why haven’t I given this some serious thought, or make a serious attempt at it.  Well, the answer is pretty simple, fear.

Fear of failing, and in some ways fear of succeeding.

I can remember back in school, when a teacher would return our written assignments after grading them.  There were a few teachers who encouraged us to share our work, and some would volunteer you to share your work.  I think this was where I started to develop a fear for success.  I was painfully shy, and quiet.  Nothing scared me more than having to stand in front of a class, and read my poems, and other writings.

I had a English teacher who encouraged me to sign up for the school newspaper.  I quit shortly after I started.  The thought of the entire school reading my work was intimidating.

Then there’s the idea of failure.

What scared me most about success was the attention it would bring. I’ve always been intimidated when I knew all eyes were on me.  Failure though would hurt.  It would mean that what I believed about myself was not true.  I can put on a good face for the sake of all the attention I would get if I were to succeed, but there would be no pretending if I were to fail.  Failure would mean that I wasn’t as good as I thought I was.  That would absolutely rock my self esteem.  That could take time some time to come back from.

I know that the “no guarantees” is what makes the journey to success fulfilling. I also know that the “no guarantees” is what keeps many from trying.

Transporter: Reggae Music

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”

Old school reggae music brings me back to the period of my childhood before I moved to America.  I’ve lived most my life as an American citizen, and most of my memories of living in Jamaica are hard for me to remember.  What I do remember was the fun, no matter how things were.  I remember the hardness, and simplicity of life.  I remember dreaming of America.  I remember just how care free and innocent I was.

All or Nothing

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All or Nothing?.”

All or Nothing.  As with most things in life it is all about balance.  The trouble begins when we try to strike the balance, or tip the scale in one direction.

I’ve never met a person who wants nothing, has no dreams, who lacks ambition, and has no goals in life.  I’ve met people who may have stumbled on their way, but never people who want nothing.  This is a sad place to be.  What becomes your reason for living?  Whats your reason for living when you have nothing to look forward to, nothing that inspires and motivates you?

It could be argued that some may want nothing because they feel they have it all already, or they are satisfied with their life.  However, even those who feel they have it all or are content, want something.  Maybe not for themselves, but perhaps for others.  Maybe they have things they want for their children, grandchildren, and maybe they have bigger dreams for the world, so they dedicate themselves to philanthropy.  These people don’t kick their feet up, clap their hands and declare, “that’s it”.

The extreme to nothing is everything.  The trouble with wanting everything is that it is a grand task.  First where do you begin, and how do you begin?  And what happens when the plan that you’ve drawn up in your head or on paper, hits a hiccup or a road block?  Suddenly, the task became more challenging.

I’ve said before I’m a simple girl. My own goals and aspirations aren’t grand. By some standards, they are simple and realistic.  Yet, they are still challenging and I find myself struggling sometimes, which leads me to question myself, and in turn question everything.  I can only imagine what it would be like if I had huge dreams and wanted everything.

These are extremes on opposite ends.  If your heading too far in one direction, it is going to be a struggle.