Why I Chose "Here is New York"

Think about the feeling of holding your breath for a long time, the release. There is a freeing feeling about familiarity. When you have a routine, an action, or a thought engraved within you, a conscious being, it means that your body is actively recognizing how comfortable it is with the ordinary going on around you. If a person were to change this monotonous activity, to my chagrin, you have what many would call a disparity between the two. That is change.

            Several people find themselves in the heart of New York from the need to cure their wanderlust, or their thirst for luck, or even just the desire of trying something new. That in itself is, for lack of a better word, not enough reason for one to completely pack up and start a new life, but people do it anyways. The shock factor when one finds themselves in a new place, especially a city as large and as vast as New York City, is immense. It’s frightening. There is a level of preparedness one must encompass within themselves to avoid completely and utterly ruining the happiness they originally were out in search for.

            When you want to learn about something new, you find yourself researching the subject. You use search engines online or you go to a library and you immerse yourself in information in hopes of furthering your information. This is especially helpful when learning about how to do particular things. As helpful as all that may be, they lack the emotional integrity needed to fully understand the subject. Take for example the city. You can study the architectural design of the city’s landscape for years, go as far as memorizing key figures that have walked in its streets, and the numerous amounts of key events that have occurred for decades long past, but they will not be equivalent to the stories of actual people doing all they can to survive in one of the most expensive areas in the country. They will surely pale in comparison to the tribulations felt by families getting by on necessary amenities.

            The city is beautiful; the city is practically perfect. It has all you need, congested and filled in a copulated center waiting to be stumbled into. One has to find their place, and that struggle is very difficult, but once found the shroud of helplessness and desolation gets peeled off leaving behind riper dreams waiting to be acted upon.