There was once a mural of Oakland baseball legend Rickey Henderson on the backside of a club venue on the corner of Third and Washington Streets in Oakland's Jack London District. The artist, Amend, who I met while he was in the process of completing the mural, told me how Henderson himself stopped by and gave a hat tip of approval of the piece. It was the ultimate honor in Amend's quest to show the Town to itself, an appreciation for our culture in spite of the "changes" going on right now.

Not too long after completion of the artwork, the building changed ownership, and the mural was painted over with an extra-dark black coat of paint.

Luckily, I still have photos of Amend's work; even more importantly, I'm inspired by his efforts. There is honor in creating a moment of beauty in the face of impermanence.

And that’s who inspires me. The "live for the moment" kind of people. The people who leave their own mark, in their own hand. The people who say: I know this isn’t going to last forever, but dammit, while it’s here it’s going to be beautiful.

In 2017 alone we’ve witnessed dramatic examples of destruction. The manmade disaster of the current administration is rivaled only by the natural disasters of the past few weeks, with two hurricanes and dozens of wildfires.

That’s who inspires me. The people who say: I know this isn’t going to last forever, but dammit, while it’s here it’s going to be beautiful.

This year, we've also witnessed blossoms of benevolent change, sprouted from seeds planted long ago. Racist structures are being toppled, physically and metaphorically. Gender biases are readily being questioned, challenged and slowly dismantled. Socially acceptable language, symbols and customs continue to be in flux. And for better or for worse, demographics are shifting in inner cites all around the United States, changing the culture of the community — and the electoral landscape.

I'm a firm believer in two things. Number One, that humans cannot effectively progress if we are divided. And Number Two, that I'm not the only believer in Number One.

While there are divisions, they won't last long.

There are people who enjoy the rich culture of Oakland, but that won't last long if you keep displacing the culture creators and keepers. There are employers who underpay African-American women, while relying on them to fuel the economy -- that won't last long either. And there are those in a system that deports, incarcerates and subjugates members of the immigrant community while enjoying the fruits of their labor -- that's simply not sustainable.

There are people building sandcastles on the beach while global warming causes sea levels to rise.

We are given whatever time we are given. We had no say in when it started, nor do we know when it will end. But that doesn't mean that we can't build something meaningful, purposeful and beautiful while we're here, even if it only lasts until the next big wave wipes it away.

And so I'll be here each week, documenting meaningful, purposeful and beautiful things. I ask that you send comments, critiques and questions; become participants in the construction of this work of art I call a column, for again, we evolve better when we work together.

And finally, I ask that you go out there and create something beautiful. Something that isn’t built to withstand the test of time, but something that'll be appreciated now. Something that will right the wrongs of the past, despite the fact more wrongs will manifest. Something that will inspire the future dwellers of this earth to create magnificent castles — no matter what changes may come.

Pendarvis Harshaw is the author of 'OG Told Me,' a memoir about growing up in Oakland. Find him on Twitter here.