The New York life is not all glitz and glam.
Its walking block after block, for what seems eternity,
Only to get lost in the unknown and figuring your way back home.
It’s hearing the loud hustle and bustle of the city
Only to learn how to zone out & drown in your own thoughts.
It’s being surrounded by thousands of people,
Yet not knowing one of them.
It’s wanting to indulge in something delicious, or flattering,
But knowing how to set your priorities.
It’s spending countless nights up working,
Only to wake up early to start your day with no energy.
It’s running to catch the train to make work on time,
But being left disappointed & out of breath.
It’s leaving work drained after a long day,
Only to get home to an empty house with no food prepared or someone to hold.
It’s being hungry and extremely tired,
But choosing sleep over food.
It’s crying yourself to sleep,
Because sometimes you just need to unload some weight.
It’s knowing that this journey builds greatness
But sometimes it’s difficult to recognize.
It’s a city that breaks you, only to rebuild you.
To transform you.