As I type I'm on a plane ride home, observing the view , and recapping the time I have spent in new york. I do realize the time I've spent in the concrete prison was worth it. I learned a lot about myself and the people who actually care for me. I mean I didn't find myself in some big city, I already knew who I was. But for all you who actually care for me, I now know how much I mean to you , and how much you mean to me. I love you.
At first I didn't think I was going to get much out of this trip, what was I going to go see, a bunch of buildings and stressed out people walking the streets of Manhattan?, oh cool. I could have seen that in a movie... Well it wasn't about that, this trip I realized what true love is , love of family, love of others and most importantly love of self. I never really took the time to see what it really was.
I'm glad I was able to experience such a thing.
Something else occurred to me, once I left for my trip, anything anyone said back home didn't matter anymore, people could talk until their jaws cramped, but it wouldn't even bother me, not the slightest bit.
New York is a concrete prison. Fulled with stressed people, each going somewhere. But where are they all headed? Hundreds of people walk the streets of Manhattan, It really hits you, each one of these people are going to a different place, thinking about different things... funny how a few buildings have such a effect on people.
It was rare to see grass, I like my nature..
My uncle owns a few businesses in new york , and i was able to see how something like that can rule your life in New York. Whats the point of having so much money when you don't even have the time to spend it ?
Sure, New York is a fine place to visit and get cheap shit from, but I would never want to live there, well unless I married rich and was set for life.. other then that no way!
People live their like a infestation of insects,
Roaming the streets for something better,
only to find fake happiness money.
This is not the life for me.
