The city that never sleeps. What a reputation. Work hard. Play hard. Repeat. If you can make it here you can make it anywhere. Easier said than done. But it’s not all pain. Well, sometimes. It can be quite the struggle, but what’s life without pressure. To me, New York means living. You’re alive, using your entire being to its full capacity. Even your down time has a schedule. Shit, I wrote this monologue on the train.
Those that aren’t from here, or don’t live here, or don’t like it here, can consider this obserd. An out of towner told my mom on the train once, who was born and raised in the Bronx, that she doesn’t understand how people live here. It’s like you just exist. There’s no connection between people. You’re too busy doing your own thing to notice anyone else. I won’t lie, I think that’s true. But it’s not as bad as you think. I’m young. I’m trying to establish myself. What better place than here? I don’t have a family and I’m not collecting a pension, so I might as well do what I want.
There’s a certain beauty with hardship. Diamonds themselves are only created under pressure. Harsh circumstances. Not many people think of that when they’re on the chase for the glamourous life. My point is this, there is no joy without pain. You can’t find one without the other. They’re both neccessary in this equation we call life. And having one gives so much more emphasis to the other.
So, in such a tense environment, just take a second. Sunlight is right around the block
Very deep, Kevin. Great job!