And you are. Because you know the value of hard work, you are lucky. Things you have to earn aren’t the same as things you can buy. They never have been, and never could be. And whether or not you ever reach that big break, you will have earned experienced. You will have lived. You will have at least tried
The moments when I feel most like a New Yorker always come when I’m doing what most New Yorkers know to be normal: working. I will go from scribbling away in the corner of a coffee shop to a gig, forego sleep, and head straight to a freelance shift in the same clothes. Sleep is a relative concept, and I understand why the city motto is what it is. Because I am not from here, I still view the city with an outsider’s eyes. It has been nearly seven years since I moved, and still, I sometimes feel ill at ease in the rush, the constant stream. Other people may be moving along with the current, but you have to wonder: how many of us feel as if we’re being beaten against the rocks as we go?
There are, of course, those of us who spend the early morning hours…
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