Two Lucky

New York City is truly beautiful in the morning. It’s a time when the city stirs from its hangover, starts to rouse into activity. I stayed up all night watching old re-runs of Sex In The City, and just when the sun began to peek, I climbed out onto my fire escape to watch the light come on.

It’s the first time I’m out on the fire escape in my apartment. Watching my street begin to people, the spring air coming to life, I immediately fall in love with the city again. The promise of morning is intoxicating. It’s the time of day when life begins again. The night is put away. How amazing that we can live to see another sun rise, to be given a chance to start anew, an opportunity to see ourselves in a new light.

Somewhere in the distance, I hear impatient cars in traffic. A man in a suit walks under me. Across the street, an old woman drags her labrador from the fire hydrant. The garbage truck is on its way. I love New York!

Cigarette in hand, I can’t help but think how much my life has changed. In these past few years, the city has watched me grow from a shy, earnest young boy from Singapore into a sassy, confident young man. It split open my core and insisted I challenge what I thought I knew. It gave me my one great love, and a home to call our own.

Above all, in the mess of living, it gave me my voice. The voice I know to be unflinchingly honest, important, and true.

That’s the beauty of New York City. In its daily cacophony, we all strive a little harder to locate that one voice within us we know to be ours. Knowing who you are, what you stand for - it’s what gives us strength and hope. So no matter what the night brings, we can still wake in the morning believing in the promise of tomorrow.

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