Tonight I leave for New York City, my first time ever and I am in disbelief. It seems for so long that it was just a dream, never to be reached until I was ripe in my character. Yet here it presents itself, and I am grateful. I often felt myself to be like the Egyptian man in 'The Alchemist', whose dream it was to visit Mecca but continually he held off of this journey for as he said, once there he would have nothing left to dream. New York is more than a place I choose to visit, but an outlet for me to express myself in this city where the pinnacle of human potential is made evident, and it pushes me to put forth only my best.
Eat, Pray Love has been one such staple pushing me in pursuit of this dream, as I read this novel one page stood out in particular. I was inspired to learn of L.A., whose inhabitants migrate to its promising lands in search of success, and unlike it New York values accomplishments. Hard work and progress are considered in higher regard than simply a dream not yet acted upon. L.A. is where the rich and beautiful come to float atop this land that defies gravity, and they drift in their dreams. New York however, is firmly grounded in the reality of everyday, and dreams are goals in need of action.
