I love NYC; the sounds, the sights, the “cook-up” of people that are always present from all walks of life, the excitement and the constant churn of the cycle of things that are happening and yet to happen.
I’m always intrigued when walking around NYC; casual encounters amuse and sometimes cause me to think deeply about us as a people…how robotic we can be at times. Like ants marching in line with food for the winter, like programmed beings who for no reason other than the person ahead of us is doing it, we follow…
Why can’t we just march to the beat of our own drums?
What is the source of this fear that if we break the mold/ the line we’d be condemned/ judged?
Why can’t we just march to the beat of our own drums and walk on the left while everyone is on the right, or make two lines instead of one at a row of machines or smile at the stranger on the subway or say good morning to the random person on the street??
Why can’t we just march to the beat of our own drums and just live?!
Guyanese girl in transition: The (mis)adventures of a Guyanese immigrant in America 