I had this conversation with myself today. Don’t think I’m crazy. Not crazy yet. Just thoughts, flowed…
“New York isn’t a place. Its just an idea.
No it’s not.
Yes, it is. It’s just some place you see on TV. Just some place you hear about.
Because it’s so very real.
How do you know?
Because you are there now, living it, breathing it, and sweating in it…you dumbass.
But how can it be real? How can that homeless man be real? How can I actually reach out and feel the subway railing, or see the Times Square lights, or hear those CONSTANT sirens?
Because it came long before you. And molded itself into a culture. A culture so real that it makes you feel like its a dream to actually see it.
Then if its all around me, then why do I feel like I am slowly disappearing?
Because you are starting to become part of that culture. But don’t worry, you aren’t disappearing. You actually are just now beginning to be seen. And it looks promising, the future does. So go. Live in the idea.
Our school took us on a cruise on the Hudson River tonight. Dinner, dancing, and a view of New York from a boat. How amazing it was. Simply amazing. Finally saw the statue of Liberty. I had a freakin blast. And I feel better, about things. Better. Better is good.