I've been working on this post for quite a while now, trying to put into words exactly what my mind has been thinking (the truth is, I've been having too much fun.) Being in New York City has got me noticing two specific types of people. Bold vs. Timid. Bold people tend to make more mistakes but recover and eventually find what is right for them. Timid people protect themselves from making mistakes but spend their lives wondering "what could have been".
I've always thought of myself as a bold person. However, living in New York put that mentality into question. I tend to live fast. I stagger on emotional messes, slow down just enough to get it all together and live through the lessons. What better place to do that than the concrete jungle itself? This city will put you in your place, break and beat you down, all the whilst making your dreams come true. Whether you're struggling with rent, missing out on opportunities, hanging out with the wrong crowd, falling in love with the wrong person, experiencing things only this city can offer...somehow you find your place in this anonymity by making it work with what you have.
I always wondered how that phrase applied to our lives, especially in our youth. I know I've focused a lot on relationships in my posts, but how much work should we dedicate to making something that isn't working, work (relationships and life in general)? The world is at our fingertips in our twenties. New York definitely reminds me of that. Usually it just seems easier to let go and move on than to stick around and try and make it work. After all, why should we put so much effort into fixing something that is seemingly broken or just not working.
For all the headache and heartbreak we put ourselves through during the years of discovery (partying, traveling, and general recklessness), once in a blue moon you find something or someone that just might end up being worth the effort. Pulling the love card here, I once heard that there were no maybe feelings when it comes to love; that when you know, you know. Sure, when you're in love you know it, but defining love is something else entirely. So how do you know you're in something you can't define? It's difficult. I've been in several sugarcoated moments thus far in my life where the definition of love and passion has modified itself significantly. Is loving someone letting them go live their life to the fullest and knowing somehow you will be end up back together? Or is it being together no matter how difficult? This not only applies to love and relationships but your dreams and goals as well. To what extent do you stick it out? I can't say for certain, but I know for me, at this very moment is to make it work. Thank you New York City.
Happy long weekend folks!
x
I've always thought of myself as a bold person. However, living in New York put that mentality into question. I tend to live fast. I stagger on emotional messes, slow down just enough to get it all together and live through the lessons. What better place to do that than the concrete jungle itself? This city will put you in your place, break and beat you down, all the whilst making your dreams come true. Whether you're struggling with rent, missing out on opportunities, hanging out with the wrong crowd, falling in love with the wrong person, experiencing things only this city can offer...somehow you find your place in this anonymity by making it work with what you have.
I always wondered how that phrase applied to our lives, especially in our youth. I know I've focused a lot on relationships in my posts, but how much work should we dedicate to making something that isn't working, work (relationships and life in general)? The world is at our fingertips in our twenties. New York definitely reminds me of that. Usually it just seems easier to let go and move on than to stick around and try and make it work. After all, why should we put so much effort into fixing something that is seemingly broken or just not working.
For all the headache and heartbreak we put ourselves through during the years of discovery (partying, traveling, and general recklessness), once in a blue moon you find something or someone that just might end up being worth the effort. Pulling the love card here, I once heard that there were no maybe feelings when it comes to love; that when you know, you know. Sure, when you're in love you know it, but defining love is something else entirely. So how do you know you're in something you can't define? It's difficult. I've been in several sugarcoated moments thus far in my life where the definition of love and passion has modified itself significantly. Is loving someone letting them go live their life to the fullest and knowing somehow you will be end up back together? Or is it being together no matter how difficult? This not only applies to love and relationships but your dreams and goals as well. To what extent do you stick it out? I can't say for certain, but I know for me, at this very moment is to make it work. Thank you New York City.
Happy long weekend folks!
x
