Wishful Thinking

In the search for love, perhaps all a soul truly needs is to be present in Manhattan.

Falling in love with New York City is a perilous affair, for it is not merely the city itself that captivates us, but rather the person we aspire to become, leaving behind the mediocrity of our past.

When our paths intersect with another, we yearn to have it all, but oftentimes fall short of our desires.

When night comes, we may seek solace in the arms of those who make us feel as alive as the city does. Some can set aside their pride, while for others, certain boroughs become haunted.

We are constantly in a state of duality, simultaneously with and without. Sobriety is a foreign concept, as we are perpetually intoxicated by our relentless drive for more.

More knowledge, more money, more experience, more love.

But will we ever learn to appreciate the stillness? The patience required to reach our inevitable destinations.

Can we overcome the notion that we must choose between one or the other?

In a city like this, can we truly have it all?

I wonder are our prayers amplified in this Mecca of opportunity? The voices of our dreams louder than before.

Or do we drown each other out amidst the cacophony of hope, burning one another with the inherent light that only a few million of us dare to explore.

-AB

Song of the night – Godspeed by Frank Ocean