There is a reason why those jingles that we first hear as a child stay with us for so long... there is a reason why those Christmas songs that are replayed on the radio get stuck in our head and then get repeated by us just for fun... there is a reason why a Number One song catches the attention of someone, gets shared, and then goes viral simultaneously all around the world... there is a reason why a certain song sticks out among the crowd of infinite streams that there are and does not fade out of the public consciousness no matter what... there is a reason why we get attached to songs, to artists, to music, to the words of lyrics that seem to say everything that we openly want to convey... there is a reason why when we need to remember something, someone, somewhere, at some time in our life, we fall back upon that spark of magic that can only be experienced by hearing it with your ears as well as feeling it with your heart - that can make you close your eyes, that can take your breath away, and can sometimes give you goose pimples... there is a reason why we hold on to memories of childhood experiences that can easily return to our thoughts after hearing the slightest of jingles.
Every time I am asked about where my favourite place in the world might be, I close my eyes, I smile, and I am instantly transported back to the metropolis of my dreams: the one and the only, New York City... no other city compares, no other place is more special in my heart, no other city do I remember every second of and every experience that I had while being there, no other place shines brighter - because to me it will always be an inspiring constellation of 8 million stars each with their own individual story to tell about how they choose to leave their mark. It's been 8 years since I was last in the city that never sleeps, but there isn't a day that goes by when I do not think about all that I saw and all that felt while I was visiting the city filled with so many buildings literally capable of scraping the sky... it's been a long time since I was walking down the various avenues and streets from one side of the island of Manhattan to the other, but I always find comfort in the fact that, though I am far away, I can return to New York City any time I want, in my mind - and when I am there I see things, I remember things, I see details, I remember people who make the "Big Apple" the place that it is: like no other, special, powerful, and one of a kind. I would love to go back to New York City one day... I would love nothing more than to wake up, to get dressed, to head to my favourite Starbucks cafe on Fifth Avenue - where I used to eat breakfast, lunch, and enjoy a late night caramel latte or a machiatto on a regular basis, and during the daytime, as well after dark - and also revisit the places that I love and feel like I know so well, which got under my skin from the instant that I saw them and I immediately found myself in awe. I would love to go back in time... I would to get back in that yellow taxi and once again return to the pools of rememberance that lie in the shadow of the Freedom Tower, and once again pay my respects to those who lost their lives on 9/11... I would love to go back to the place that I could never get enough of and rediscover and explore the things, the places, and the feeling of unbridled kinetic energy and electricity that New York City has that has the ability to gift to those who are lucky enough to be able to visit it, or call it home - because, take it from me, no other city on Earth leaves its mark upon you after you have been there like New York.
No matter how much you try to hold on to something sometimes you lose things, sometimes you lose people, sometimes you lose time; however, one day you unearth a piece of your past and you look at it for the first time in years, and, to your amazement, it does not not mean to you what it once meant - where before you would have done anything to not be parted from a particular thing, now, all the feelings that you once felt for something, you discover, seem to have evaporated, seem to have become lost, seem to have left without you knowing - and though, before, you might have told yourself that you could never live without that particular thing in your life, you come to find that time appears to have helped you more than you realize to get passed what might have been holding you back, because now you find it easy to walk away from what was never meant to be, because what once was is now gone.
Moments of contentment - a time to breathe, a time to be... moments of reverence - a time to look, a time to listen, a time to think and not to speak... moments of openess, moments of exposure - a time to dream, a time to imagine... moments of both stillness and complexity - a time without a worry in the world, a time without four walls around you that can at times feel like those of a prison... moments of me, myself, and I - a time to close to my eyes, a time to find a treasure within my mind that I know will transform the more that I give it my time and my attention... moments of heart pounding exhilaration - a time that feels infinite, a time that feels enough to see all that I need to see, to hear all that I need to hear, to do all that I need to do to fulfill my heart and my soul before my last day on Earth is through - and it is because I feel such energy in every moment of time that I always choose, whenever I can, to take the time gifted to me to smile at the light of the shining sun, to open my arms high and wide, and soak it up.