As some of you know, I fly, a lot. Not only that, but I go to two colleges. I practically lived in New York City for the past year, and I'm always going somewhere. Although, no matter where I go, I seem to always be surrounded by people. (way to state the obvious, I know.)
Granted, I hardly know anyone. Yes, I may see a familiar face here, and there, but I know very few people. I guess that's what I love about The City. If you don't want to see the same people everyday, you never have to, in fact, once you see a person once, you may never have to see him/her ever again.
What I'm essentially trying to get at, is out of all those people, out of all those lives, how many have I touched? How many have I actually made an interaction with, other than a few seconds of eye contact? Honestly, I'm not sure that I could even count high enough to fill two hands. So, the next question I ask myself, would be why not? Why haven't I tried to talk to a stranger, or to help someone find their way that's lost. Why am I holding back, when all I want to do is make a difference?
With that being said, starting right now, I'm going to start breaking down the walls, I'm going to open myself up to total strangers, in the hope that, if only one, will remember me as someone that changed their life, that one, happy, lonely, sad, eventful, horrible, disgusting, busy, exciting, day.
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