MY in NY
Thought 1: The solace of the skyline (all the more lovely if you live on an island)
Thought 2: I haven’t been here in 6 years so where does this nostalgia (for men and metal) root?
That’s New York. You don’t reach the sojourn without telling yourself first that it’s normal for the streets to smell this way. And then you see a bedazzled Kia alongside an amicable Jewish couple walking. Graffiti meaningful, the night silent & buildings rudimentary, your dream unfolds. You knew you would come back. What for?
He had done as his dreams had told him, but dreams know more than they reveal, even to the wisest of the gods. In naivete, you believe success means beating others. But as time ravages, life stumbles, higher self evolves; you rummage only to find that the desire to achieve was your motivation all along. That success meant you are the beginning of a new tradition. Love, kiss, think, read, write, work, play & pray as you do it.
Responsibility of thinking, Ayn Rand tells me at age 14. It rings loud and true in NYC. In scope is 5th Avenue, impeccable character, both humans and buildings. Stay a day or a decade, you know you got some things right to be walking there. You belong, manifest, and ruminate. Now and then.
For most, there was no realistic expectation of ever catching up to their ambitions. In their own eyes, they were never good enough. They were the opposite of complacent. And yet, in a very real sense, they were satisfied being unsatisfied. Each was chasing something of unparalleled interest and importance, and it was the chase — as much as the capture — that was gratifying. Even if some of the things they had to do were boring, frustrating, or even painful, they wouldn’t dream of giving up. Their passion was enduring.
The lit skyscrapers make you feel like an amoeba; projecting, small, and shifty. It takes immaculate psychology to see your battered self in glaring light. Worthy of the irreparable damage & faltering courage, your grit thunderbolts. You are loud, loved and a step higher. A castle on the street is magnificent, a castle in the wilderness is ecstasy. It simply matters what surrounds you.
You are the enchantment I came back for.