Familiar place
Once again I find myself in a daze in the most familiar place, 'The Crossroads of the World.'
With my feet planted to the ground, I stand tall in amazement. Surrounded by tourists on all the wrong time zones and people who make a living, dressed in what was once someone's childhood hero. The enormous, impersonal crowds make crime and inappropriate behavior easy to hide. Bumping elbow to elbow, making it no accident to push their way through. Crowded streets and confused foreigners trying to find their way to try some of the best pizza. People moving in all different directions going as fast as they can. Hearing Cab drivers honking their horn verbatim at antsy people refusing to wait for the ok. Patience does not exist here.
Every step leads in a new direction and new sense of excitement. There is always something to see and discover.
Something in the moist air that makes for long hours and sleepless nights.
Most minus the new comers try and avoid this fast-paced environment. I for one, find the adverts and bright lights inspiring. Since I was little, I was always fond of this place and could sit and stare for hours. Not moving or really grasping the idea of what was going on. Now much older I have a better understanding. At any hour I can still find inspiration with just a 20 minute train ride. With a short ride I am able to escape my reality and be one with the people who travel miles just to take a photo a "Cowboy" just seen in his underpants. I can feel satisfaction that I am not the only one who finds beauty in this. Food stands and the fog we inevitably cannot avoid are just a few things that gives this familiar place its character. It may not be snow-capped mountains or a sunset view, but beauty comes in many forms.
With my feet planted to the ground, I stand tall in amazement. Surrounded by tourists on all the wrong time zones and people who make a living, dressed in what was once someone's childhood hero. The enormous, impersonal crowds make crime and inappropriate behavior easy to hide. Bumping elbow to elbow, making it no accident to push their way through. Crowded streets and confused foreigners trying to find their way to try some of the best pizza. People moving in all different directions going as fast as they can. Hearing Cab drivers honking their horn verbatim at antsy people refusing to wait for the ok. Patience does not exist here.
Every step leads in a new direction and new sense of excitement. There is always something to see and discover.
Something in the moist air that makes for long hours and sleepless nights.
Most minus the new comers try and avoid this fast-paced environment. I for one, find the adverts and bright lights inspiring. Since I was little, I was always fond of this place and could sit and stare for hours. Not moving or really grasping the idea of what was going on. Now much older I have a better understanding. At any hour I can still find inspiration with just a 20 minute train ride. With a short ride I am able to escape my reality and be one with the people who travel miles just to take a photo a "Cowboy" just seen in his underpants. I can feel satisfaction that I am not the only one who finds beauty in this. Food stands and the fog we inevitably cannot avoid are just a few things that gives this familiar place its character. It may not be snow-capped mountains or a sunset view, but beauty comes in many forms.