beginnings | How Platonic of You

God knows how criminal it is to incorporate the phrase "life is" in any sentence that bears a command of the English language, but so much about life is finding good. Now several thoughts all beginning with a languished sigh of "Oh, God" might pop into your mind:

1) Oh, God. Not another aimless, angst-ridden adolescent musing about his thoughts on "life."

2) Oh, God. Another moral-searching, God-preaching sermon.

3) Oh, God. Do we really another Dr. Phil?

But my inspiration for this blog is about finding the good things in life. Good food, good people, good writing, and good thoughts. Just downright wholesome Epicurean satisfaction.

Having lived and gone to school in New York for about a year and half, it's quite jarring: there is just so much out there. The sea of New Yorkers, holding their Marc Jacobs bag on their arms and their $2 Old Navy sandals on their feet, reading their New York Posts on the subway with a New Yorker tucked away for later, moving from chicken and rice street vendor to $500 Masa Omakases, never ceases to amaze. And despite the myth of being alone in a city where any one New Yorker could give less of a damn about you, there are good people too. Now, a good person in New York isn't someone that necessarily holds your hand and tells you you're pretty. It's the hobo outside Starbucks that stops you for change and tells you about his past, the asshole who takes your seat on the subway and then stares at you with indignation, the Mexican who always gives you a little extra meat on your deli sandwich. These people, these things, this city will change your life.

Yet, it's so easy to get jaded, to feel lost and engulfed and lacking (God knows that my soul steeped in that New York cynicism). But even for a sarcastic world-weary soul like me, I know that there is always something new out there. There is just so much dynamite in this city, waiting to be unearthed and exploded; the good things are out there - the high-brow and the low-brow, the refined and the kitschy, the Ivy-league intellectual and the streetcorner crazy -and I intend to find them.