It takes a lot to catch my attention (as it does most New Yorkers). Example: there is a parrot on a leash riding a bicycle and I barely looked twice (this is a true story). I’ve become immune to homeless, street performers, etc. which is a necessary trait to survive in the city. The other day I came across Honschar, a New York City chalk artist, and stopped dead in my tracks. It was just words on concrete, but it was beautiful, it was meaningful. We so often get caught up in work, or capturing an experience with our iPhone’s that we forget to take it all in, start enjoying the little moments. Here is the full quote if you have trouble reading it above: It was possible in this wonderful city, for that nameless little boy-for any of its millions- to scale the walls and achieve what they wished. Money, rank or name counted for nothing. The only credential the city asked was the boldness to dream. For those who did it unlocked its gates and its treasures, not caring who they were or where they came from.