I used to love airports.. then hated them for a few months. Now, I am back to loving them again. Probably, I should learn to use less severe words when I refer to something as frivolous as an airport. But then, if I am not going to be the opinionated me, I don't think i would recognize myself. (In fact, I think I need to be a lot more decisive and stop seeming indecisive. I make up my mind but think I should be a little more lax and then just keep circling an idea which is not worth the circling around in the first place. So much for being able to see both sides of any situation)
Coming back to the airports across the world, I have never seen one as busy as JFK. It is like there are literally thousands of people looking around but not really seeing, walking towards their destinations. That makes me wonder, are people here more introverted than in other places I have been to? Could a place attract certain type of people more than the rest? Is that even a right assessment to make? How is that any better than making a generic statement about women lets say..
I find stereotypes easier to handle ( given my new obsession with MBTI) though I know fully well that people seldom, if ever confirm to them.
I managed to walk around the streets of NYC for the last three days. I did enjoy it, but I did not feel at home. Probably because of the crowds. Rather the really busy, speed walking crowds. So purposeful and fast. I couldn't help but compare it to the city I really love - SFO. I can spend hours walking around, taking in the sights and just watching life go by there. Somehow, could not do that here. Perhaps this city will grow on me.. Or maybe it won't. I don't know. I am already out of here, headed to another place.
I have been very lucky this past year (when it comest to traveling) and have managed to really experience a few countries. I have experienced things I never thought I would and also more than ever, come to accept that while some drugs can give you a high, they can kill you when you over dose. No matter how perfect it seems. Perfection is more often than not, a perfect illusion. Nothing is perfect and if something seems too good to be true, it probably is. As i come to terms with the illusion of perfection and the loss of something that was probably better off lost, I watch the thousands milling around me and feel a strong connection with the world that i am very grateful for.
I see the threads connecting, though the tapestry is still not very clear. Soon, it will become clearer. Till then, I will be grateful for a change.
Thank you for everything. Another grateful post even if it sounds like gibberish. I am trying to grow up.. Thank you for your patience and your undying love, my dear God..