Quicksand….one of the trickiest things you can come across. It is nearly impossible to recognize it because it disguises itself with its surrounding. New York City is one big box of quicksand. You embark on your journey expecting to encounter whatever your goal was when first arriving: a new beginning, perusing a career, or hoping to chase your dreams. Whatever the case may be, New York City is the place where anything can happen. The only problem is once you step foot into this city, you’re stepping foot into a box of quicksand. I’m not sure whether its the bright lights, people, or something in the air that draws people to this city, but once you arriving, you begin to be consumed by the quicksand. Now just like real quicksand, if you remain calm, it won’t pull you in as quickly as you putting up a fight.
I put up a fight against the quicksand for two years. Managed to escape to another place where the lifestyle was completely different. At first, I was relieved to have escaped the quicksand that had consumed me for all of these years, it was refreshing. Those same thoughts stood with me for about a year and a half. After that, I found myself missing being submerged in quicksand. I’m not sure whether it was because I had been submerged my entire life and didn’t know any other way to live or it was because something about that quicksand made me want quit putting up a fight and let it pull me in slowly.
One day after class I had a brief conversation with Eden. She was telling me how she was unsure if she would remain in New York City after her four years at Baruch or whether she would return to her homeland. She was weary about the lifestyle in New York City and missed how laid back life was in her homeland. I didn’t have a response for her at the moment, but my response to her now would be: play in the quicksand long enough & before you know it, no other sandbox would ever seem the same.
