Lately I’ve neglected my candid soul-bearing writing style for a more professional kind. Socialynne, more or less, has become my new home for self-proclaimed deep ponders. Overall, it’s fun. At its worst, I ramble officiously about startups and New York like I have a clue. At its best, it’s forced me to learn about a field outside my comfort zone. It also helped get me a job in the startup space. But I miss rendering philosophical.
Tonight, I enjoyed a solitary stroll through Bryant Park. It’s one of the first nights I could do so without boasting a modelesque Eskimo jacket. Tourists puttered about, lovers laid in the grass, ice cream cones were licked clean before melting. I viewed this as an entity separate from it all. My singular existence didn’t sadden me; rather I marveled at its beauty. It made me realize how I’m part of a cast, a cast of an incredible production called life.We all are.
Of course these existentialist thoughts cause me to reflect on how much I’ve progressed over the past year. I graduated from college over a year ago! When I left Florida stomping grounds, I was uncertain what the heck I was doing; in many ways, I still am. But call it maturity or simply trial by fire, the waves are now easier to wade through. I’ve learned to deal with the ebbs and flows of life. There are more monster waves to come, but I’m as prepared as one can be. And we all know chance favors the prepared mind.
My day job calls for logical and systematic thinking. But I’m still a huge believer that things happen for reasons beyond our mental reasoning. I’m in New York for something greater than self. I have no reason to believe that but on a night like this, you have to believe that something magical is at play.
