Urban Crusing

The biggest lesson learned

cultures, nyc, self, worldlivingnotes2 Comments



The time is just flying by. There is so much in my heart and mind that I wanted to say, always thinking "later tonight", and then again finding myself in the swirl of life, and again thinking "tonight, tonight"... But "tonight" never happens ( I already learned long time ago that "tomorrow" happens even less ), so - while maybe not as complete and colorful as I would like it to really be, NOW it is. I hope you enjoy it just as much.

I find it simply fascinating to be in a place that is a complete union of all sorts of cultures, religions, languages. Every day as I walk on the street I hear german, french, spanish, italian and all sorts of english dialects around me. As I watch and meet new people day by day, it never seizes to amaze me the variety of multitude. Each and every person, while staying true to their culture and tradition, at the same time fit just right it. And one day I just simply saw it like never before : this IS the true spirit of America. This IS the culture, this IS the flavor, this IS the heart. America, a country made possible by immigrants, is in it's full blossom right here just as much as everywhere else. All those that seem to just "visit", actually are the ones that allow it to exist. I hear many american-born friends say that there is nothing that they have that is "TRUE" american : after all, there is an italian pizza, irish beer, french water, english bread, german houses, yet... I do not know any other place in the world that where all could fit and not seem out of place. THAT is what makes the United States be AMERICAN. There is no other country that is such a beautiful union of all. There is no other place where so many can feel so free to be self, and fit just right in. There is no other place that is so full of life and opportunity, and while there may not be as much history and life as there is in Europe or Asia, it exists in every person that comes here, in every culture that lives here, in every neighborhood that exists here. For as long as WE STAY TRUE to self, to our tradition, to our believes and to our heart. And for the first time I saw with my eyes what I always had in my heart : a complete union of many countries, where all respect and love each other. It is not to say that there are no problems or glitches, but over all...A soul of NY is a small piece of what I always believed in : love and unity.