I have seen New York in its darkest days. I have seen it unite as the years go by, I have seen it reach a point where most would digress after a fall, and I have seen it rise even stronger than before. The people of New York are tougher than most, not in personality or in character, but in humanity. They are strong souls, some of the most honest and truest people you’ll ever meet, who stand together, walk among each other, and have not allowed fear to overcome them. Although we all suffered a loss in more ways than one on 9/11 as a nation, few know what it means to be part of this city. While some loathe it for its busy commuting system due to lack of knowledge, it is the human flow of the New York life, its music, its diverse culture and it’s ever changing atmosphere that makes so many including myself fall in love at every corner.
This year I had a chance to get away and visit the city which I will always and forever hold dear, and although my visit was short, it was just the right amount of New York I needed to bring me back to breathing right, and I got to thinking on my flight home, that if this place can suffer a huge fall and rise so gracefully, then I’ll be just fine.
“The greatest accomplishment is not in never falling, but in rising again after you fall.”