Good Days

I'm on a packed train and it's really alive. Usually, a noisy train annoys me to no end, but today I'm enjoying this. There are three large groups of people and they're all having a great time. Families, tourists, parents, children. Smiles on everyone's faces.

It's a beautiful late-September day and everyone is wearing it on them. It's on me, too. How often do I blind myself to these moments. How often am I superficially annoyed by someone else's good time?

I live in NYC because I love the hustle and bustle. I left Indiana in part because it never moved. The Midwest has a snail’s pace, which is just right for many people. Not for me though. The thing is, a hectic city like New York comes with noise and commotion and the worst of the worst. It's all a part of it. I need to be better about being negatively affected by those things. I could even choose to revel in it. Maybe wave to the driver with the nothing-but-bass-at-200dB music playing. Maybe give some change to the Mexican guitar player on the subway. Maybe take the Jehovah’s Witness flyer with a smile.

I share this city with all these people. I don't remember that enough.