
New York City has always had a distant, but significant role in my life. Outside the doors of John F Kennedy International Airport’s Terminal 4 was where my mom and I first set foot on US soil. When my family lived outside Philadelphia in the early 90s, we’d drive into New York on a frequent basis to visit the closest family we had in this foreign land. As my parents sat in the front seat, arguing the basic points of the American society they were now a part of, I sat in the back, staring out the window at the strangely exciting mix of water, bridges, roads, towers and general urbania that stretched as far as the eye could see. The buildings of Manhattan were tall, the traffic was heavy and the tales I had heard from my dad of how people from all over this great big world come to this very city every day, were explosively captivating to my five year-old mind.
Last weekend, Sahana and I took off from Detroit Metro Airport on two different Boeing 737s off to the Big Apple with not many plans. This trip wasn’t quite the fleeting escape it had been last August, but rather the freeing, captivating and inspiring experience that was reminiscent of those early trips I’d taken in my childhood. I hate to fit so well into the stereotype of an outsider entering New York, but the vibrancy, energy, excitement, lights, action, people and all the other characteristics that make New York — well, New York — reverberated inside of me and excited the hell out of me.
Seeing a city like this, full of people, bustling with those trying to “make it” and plenty that have already made it, and many who are there for the ultimate urban experience, makes wonder what life must be like for these people. Sure, I’ve had my fair share of working hard and partying hard, but the utter scale of this city turns that concept into a legendary one.
But the most important thing that struck me about New York was how hard people there were working to make sure that their time in the city was full of value. From the fresh-off-an-Arik-Air-flight Nigerian cab drivers to the Chinese shop owners in Lower Manhattan to the new wave of Silicon Alley tech entrepreneurs, everyone spent their time doing what would bring them the most value. And it makes sense – NYC is a city of such endless opportunity and high costs of living that make it ridiculous to NOT work your ass off.
It’s not just time in New York that’s valuable though – it’s time everywhere. It’s just that New Yorkers are fed tough practicalities to deal with (for the First World) which make it absolutely necessary to do what you need to do to get ahead. Sometimes all this can take the form of a dog-eat-dog mentality, which isn’t my cup of tea (I prefer collaborative things or harmonious dog-eating), but all in all, it’s the environment that does the trick. And being in the environment of New York for 5 days was certainly an ass-kicking reminder to get up, start working and start moving things in the direction you want them to go in.
Today’s my 26th birthday and I have a great feeling about this year. I finally feel like I have my shit figured out to an extent, and I feel at ease with a vague idea of what my purpose here is what I’d like to get done. I’ve got a few ideas running through my head of ventures I’d like to create, projects I’d like to start, collaborations I’d love to do – all of which I’ll be sharing here soon. The trip to New York I just took was really a reminder to me that it’s the ass-busting work on these big ole ideas I have that’ll move them forward. And I’m certain a New York-style environment will see me again. Only time, and my actions, can tell.
What kind of an environment are you living and working in?
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