The Things I’ve Learned From Visiting New York City
Perception is defined as the ability to see, hear, or become aware of the senses. The reality is that it is a hypothesis of how the world works with the bits of information gathered without life experiences. But the truth is, perception becomes the educated guesses of an experience we either undermine or over-exaggerate, all in the act of our survival instinct. This becomes a contradicting hyperbole that not only keeps us in many cases unhappy and inexperienced. But in a sense becomes what I feel becomes the ultimate factor that keeps us from leaving our comfort zone. Making us in fear, judge the entire world based on the small worlds we reside in every single day.
At first, I was a bit hesitant when I first boarded the plane to DFW. The perception of how people travel during this pandemic had me saying. WTF! I literally could feel my anxiety hit the roof. But hitting DFW and boarding my flight to LGA with American Airlines. Felt like the city was welcoming me with open arms, as one of the flight attendants mentioned. What started off as asking for a window seat ended up becoming a gifted first-class seat by an amazing gentleman who wanted my first experience in New York to be the best experience of my life. He ended up buying a copy of my book “The Rideshare Chronicles,” which, towards the last day of my trip, found a fantastic fact about the little book that I wrote. Which I will get to later. But the truth is I just feel that after all the sacrifices, hard work, and the desire to grow as a person. Leaving behind the old person that I use to be when I was the most insecure. The girl who had her nose up in the air, acting like her shit didn’t smell. Because in that naive mentality. Never felt that things would go terribly south, leaving me with starting from nothing. With the dread. That maybe I was meant to become just another stereotypical statistic. For the first time in my life, I was much more capable of being more than my own biased perception had me convinced about my own life.
There were so many incredible highlights and milestones from the trip I took. But one of the most remarkable landmarks that had my floor was going into the Amazon Book Store across the street from Central Park and finding out that not only did they have the Sci-Fi fiction-based book I recently published, but that they sold the last copy of that book. Which staying on the subject of perception had me realize that maybe. Just maybe. I had a massive advantage in this independent writing gig that I endured going on two years ago. Which now that I think about it more rationally and with experience. Makes sense to me now that I see it inexperience. The truth is, it felt like this writing career I embarked on was really not going anywhere. As the truth is, I spend hours and days at a time. Stuck to my laptop and letting the words flow living in San Antonio, TX. Being glued to a computer and a notebook. Writing about the experiences that I have currently gone through. Both good and evil. Seeing it all as part of a more fantastic plan. Hoping that those experiences one day would be much more fulfilled. And secretly feeling that it would never happen.
The funny thing about perception is that everyone perceives how the world works based on their life experiences. Whether you live in a big city such as the beautiful and lively New York City or the humbled historical and marvelous San Antonio, TX. Perception is something that we gain to maintain the hope for a better life. Being a writer in a city wherein my experience, people tend to undermine what I hope to accomplish, attempting to discourage me from moving forward. Which the truth is comes through various motives depending on who you ask.
In many cases, made to protect those we love from experiencing the hard way just how cruel the world can be. But in many cases, it’s to discourage you in many forms of chasing something that, in a sense, feel that you might just actually get somewhere. Which mid-journey in my newfound writing career, when I began to realize my aspirations were more significant than my dreams. Told by those who truly believed in me. That earned me the name to those as the girl on fire. Which truth is from those naysayers saying that I genuinely who I didn’t perceive to be. Which low key, I started to feel like maybe it was true. In my actual experience, being face to face with the bright lights and bigger city is the city that never sleeps. Realized that I genuinely am a girl on fire.
Perception is, in many cases misleading as it makes us either over exaggerate or undermine the reality that truly exists. As I did mention earlier. In its overwhelming and huge glory, Times Square is as centralized as the downtown in San Antonio. The huge difference is that enormous size is a vertical glory of overwhelming lights and skyscrapers. The big city perception is that maybe life will be so much better in a smaller city. Which is a common perception of what people in New York feel like in the little interactions that I encountered. My advice to those who had the desire to leave the city was to prepare for one thing that would make life much easier when leaving such an amazing city. Get a car because public commuting is a frustrating thing to encounter when you have various ways of getting around. It is a big city such as New York and the other neighboring states that the city has access to. Feeling and hearing the percussion of the trains’ clattering was the most refreshing and amazing experience for anyone coming from a small city like mine. Because what would take an hour through the subway could take anywhere from two to four hours. Depending on where your traveling in the city, without the aid of rideshare services.
Perception is a very misleading way of living and experiencing the world outside of our small world’s walls. The absence of life experience is what makes us feel protected and guarded. This is why I feel that cancel culture has been much more dominant since the start of the pandemic. The pandemic, I feel, has had people living in fear much more than normal. People chose to stay indoors, be absent-minded of taking precautions, or deny that COVID didn’t exist. Which almost stopped me from making the trip from the beginning. The first perception that I gained before my trip was that I would catch COVID and die from it. A little push from my friend from an excuse of not going was something he nipped in the bud real quick. I can see how people can believe that the virus didn’t exist. Which is an idealism I got testing negative. But the truth is that it wasn’t because it doesn’t exist. It’s because of the safeguards and the precautions taken, backed up by luck. But just because you didn’t get it in a wider and more diverse moving environment doesn’t mean it gives you the right to be careless. Which is what I feel cancel culture does. To cancel things or adjust the things in mainstream media sets us up to fail, I feel. Because without the depictions of the dangers out there, it just keeps people in a naive mentality. That when those who choose to venture out into the real world. Tend to get eaten alive. Not even getting a clue of what dangers can be expected in the real world. But maybe we need this cancel culture and a naive existence. Because without life experience, you never grow. And to help gain the changes we all desire. Need those hard and traumatic lessons to make us better. Because one thing about human nature is that we never learn or gain the desire to change. Until we experience physical or emotional trauma. Maybe with cancel culture and the experience that follow. It will be the thing that has not only our small worlds change for the better. But the great big world we eventually gain the desires to explore.