The Beauty and Tragedy of Living in New York City

The beauty of living in New York City is that no one cares about you. The tragedy of living in New York City is that no one cares about you.

Everyone is here because they want something — fame, money, sex, fun. Putting it under a microscope, they want the feeling that having fame, having money, having sex, having fun will bring them. Everyone is chasing a feeling.

NYC is a Relationship
Living in New York City, you end up being in a relationship, with New York City. That’s why so many people here are single. Because no one is single. Because everyone is dating The City. This place is alive. With each step that you take, New York City takes an ounce of flesh. However, the City rewards you with an abundance of experience. And, at the end of the day, experience is all you have.

Everything about this City is physical. Navigating your way through this obstacle course of streets, sidewalks, subways, buses, among the crowd of hunched-over-staring-at-cell-phone pedestrians, dodging the solicitors for Planned Parenthood, the LGBT groups, the panhandlers, the furtive glances of scared tourists as they huddle with their families on the subway trains … going from one point to another is like running the Tough Mudder. That’s why most New Yorkers are so in shape.

Everyone is Staring at Their Cell Phone
In a city of 8 million people, no one talks to each other. Everyone on the subway stares ahead stone faced, or stares at their phones, or keeps their eye movement hidden behind dark oversized sunglasses, with their earbuds or headphones on to shut off the distractions from the noises around them. Who can blame them? In New York City, attention is the most precious commodity.

I’ve been living in New York City for 4.5 years and I like it.

“How do you like it, living in New York City?” My friend Allison, who had been living here for six years, asked me. At the time, I had only been living here for 3 months.

“I like it. A lot.” I told her.

“You’re in the honeymoon phase,” she said. “It usually wears off after a year or two. But who knows, maybe you’ll always like it.”

So far, I still like it.

I think the reason why I still like living in New York City is this: I enjoy what I do. I enjoy writing. I enjoy exploring areas of the City and taking pictures. I enjoy meeting people. I enjoy meeting cute girls. I enjoy making out with cute girls, too. The City inspires me with his breathtaking views, beautiful parks, magnificent churches, interesting people, fun dance parties and more.

Poor in a Rich Place
I would rather be poor in a city that inspires me than be rich in a place that bores me.

Because, at the end of the day, it’s a crime and a real tragedy if the dreams you have are dulled by boredom.

New York City, despite the fact that it has been cleaned up over the years, is still a place with sharp edges, a place that can hurt you but at the same time that can test your strength, whittling away the dry ends and leaving you with the essence of who you are.

The fact that no one cares about you in New York City is something that is truly liberating. It reminds you that you can be whatever you want to be, each and every single day. What type of mark will you make, what story will you leave behind, with the actions that you take?