01 February 2013
For What It's Worth
It takes me fifteen minutes to walk from the train station to my school every day. I spend a lot of time watching other people. The business men and women in suits. The homeless man with one leg and his cardboard sign. The construction workers operating cranes and directing foot traffic around sidewalk barricades. Parents wrangling young kids. The endless sea of black coats, iphones and Starbucks to-go cups. Cyclists. Taxi drivers. Teenagers. Models. New Yorkers of all sizes, shapes and colors.
Sometimes, I wonder if anyone is watching me. The city is simultaneously comforting and isolating for this very reason. We're all together but so often we're not together at all. I'm working on changing that within myself. Smiling at more strangers. Holding more doors. Looking up. Cracking jokes to the random person next to me as we nearly get run over and shouted at by an irate bus driver. Whatever it takes to appreciate and acknowledge the humanity in all of us, because at the very least, it's there, and it's worth something.