Written By Malin Jörnvi
Published: March 20, 2017
While writing this post I remembered a song from the wonderful musical I got to see freshman year, Fun Home, and I actually think these words make the most sense if you play the song in the background while reading. “Days & Days:”
What a strange week.
Spring break is coming to an end, and it’s already the second half of the semester. What happened? I remember being younger and hearing the grown-ups complain about how time flies. I never understood that: I couldn’t wait until the next thing, and I kept counting the days until the next section of my life would start. I don’t do that anymore. These days I try to squeeze as much as I can out of every second, and it’s never quite enough. And maybe that’s what New York does to you? The constant buzz, the incessant fear of missing out, the endless opportunities, happenings… In order to not get overwhelmed you’re almost required to focus moment-to-moment and to push the future ahead of you. Who knows what’s going to happen anyway? But it’s the opposite of mindfulness: New York’s constant stimuli makes it really hard to take a step back and see things for what they really are.
Increasingly during my time here I’ve wanted time to slow down, but I’ve never wished as much as I do now that things would just stop. For a while. I just need some time to figure out what’s going on, and what’s next.
But New York doesn’t wait for anyone.
Overlooking southern Manhattan, New York City