New York City. We all come here for a reason and most of us will leave. Defeated? Triumphant? It’s yet to be determined. If you’re even pausing to ponder your fate, you’re already falling behind.
The flip side is that being constantly at the edge of failure gets us off. We’re a settlement of transplanted masochists, smug in the way we defeat our adversaries - time-sucks, distance, inconvenience, competition, economics - every day.
Over time, after many battles against these relentless everyday demons, weariness peers through your smug facade. And exhaustion - the only enemy unbeaten - weighs in your steps.
