NY is a dangerous place.
Yet when I say “dangerous,” I’m not talking about the crime or the unsavory that lurks at every corner, because quite honestly, gentrification stole that bite long ago.
I’m instead talking about the concept – “to expect the unexpected” as it applies to New York, where we all live and/or work on a small island with 8 million of our closest friends.
It’s a popular concept. We’ve all said it, thought it, or felt it whenever we’ve encountered something out of the ordinary (always something good, because when something bad happens, we instead modified this concept into the questions of, “What are the chances that something like this would happen?”) and of course one of the more popular variations that someone like me encounters on a regular basis comes in the form of, “It will happen when you least expect it.”
And all that may be true.
I’ve certainly experienced it.
But in NY, when it’s positively possible to closely encounter seemingly hundreds of strangers on a daily basis, do our chances of encountering the “unexpected” increase?
Do we increase our chances of “being” against the grain of the mundane simply because we as New Yorkers are around more people who are?
I’ve thought about this recently as I celebrated my first anniversary in the city.
I’ve thought about the people I’ve met and the new friends I’ve made – All creative, incredibly smart youths draw here as they look to make change – who I would not have met otherwise – who have challenged me in so many ways with their passion, drive and hope?!
These unexpected people who are truthfully in a class of driven youths who run the big apple, most often not with money, but with dreams and ambition. And I’ve found that the more time I spend with this group of passionate(s?), all open to talking about their projects and ideas, the more likely something or someone interesting and unexpected can happen.
And sometimes you’ll meet someone unexpected and interesting through someone unexpected and interesting who happens to be…………