The Moment: Embrace Accident Encounters

Ever stumble into experience unassumingly pretty damn wild, so much so that post-thought leaves wonder of how you ever could’ve gone living without said encounter? Only if you’re lucky (enough to realize it.)

Recall a recent date: January 21st (day of Donald Trump’s being sworn in as President of the United States / Women’s Marches nationwide)

Where were you?

Me? Tripping, last minute, into the streets of New York for a new pair of glasses frames – no really, it was the last day of break before going back to college, mind you. Warby Parker, store where I was planning to make my purchase, was conveniently located 89 E 42nd St, better known: Grand Central Station.

I (and a friend of mine) were unintentionally located internally within the heart of the march, a thoroughly crowded and at times frustrating, happy accident. One of the most positive vibes of any event is if majority eye contact you meet  – in NY at that – greet your glance with a friendly smirk and maybe show of teeth. Unity by common cause can do that. People in a city defined by diversity brought together strongly. Hosted in a place so tightly packed, cause for physical touching, nearly whole body pressed to one or more people in some spots on the street – you may(not) know the avenue but far more crowded than ordinary day. Each individual body creating a sea looking to be a single mass with one voice strongly heard, strongly felt. How great is New York (statement, not to be questioned.)

We walked for blocks and blocks east to allow some breathing room spaced from the masses; I did not stop seeing protestors till after crossing a waterway, stepping off the subway in Brooklyn. Even when hopping back onto the subway, we’d see protestors occasionally return. Faces tired and worn by a day long-lived but noticeably elated in appearance, amusingly empowered.

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New York, New York // 1/31/17 // NYPL (New York Public Library)


Amidst walk back to catch a bus at Port Authority was noticeable crowding near Bryant Park on sidewalks of the Public Library. Maybe not so uncharacteristic, much less unusual for NYC but I was drawn nonetheless. Crossing the street, I saw through empty slices between legs of pedestrians, layers of bright signage and poster board paper with felt-tip marker hand-drawn inscriptions camouflaging sidewalk concrete. Aftermath of the day’s events intentionally placed in reminder of their earlier and existing protestor presence. So yes, I missed my bus just to stare at the sights for awhile but unregrettably.

Returning home, full house greeted with questions of my day; the parade, a sore subject which I heard eluding from the living room T.V., sounding news reel spewing bias, personal opinion, and generalizations. My Grandma who’d sat stationed inside for the day, prompted she’d no idea the point of the march. I imagine she thought, people wasting away their finality of time. Smiling politely, I thought this is a woman unexposed to the allures of what my eyes saw today – experience indescribable if not experienced first-hand by one’s self.

Undoubtably, you’ve already been flooded with images of marches nationwide but the most honest images do no justice for events unlike human experience, first-hand. I encourage and wholly endorse attending events for causes you care about. No, I may have not consciously sought out the parade but was glad to find myself there.

Additionally, let it be known that the primary intent of this post is definitely unpolitical if read closely. This is putting viewpoints aside, though I don’t discount those for voicing their own, it is simply beside the focus of this post (at least not the main theme/purpose of content here.)



Title explained // why am I creating this blog

Hemingway. You’ve read, I’m hoping (at the very least you’ve heard of his beyond recognizable name)? If you’ve happened to skim the last page of The Sun Also Rises, you might just recognize my website title as the final line: “‘Yes.’ I said. ‘Isn’t it pretty to think so,'” followed by the words center page, “The End.” Jake, the narrator, is responding to his somewhat tragic and disfunctional love for Brett after she states how nice it’d if they were together. Some context: Jake and Brett love one another emotionally though can never physically be together sexually due to Jake’s war-induced wound. Yes, I find this all rather interesting but I was thinking along the lines teetering a bit more abstract (let’s say it’s in the name of Hem himself.)

I’m no Hemingway literature junkie, he’s not my all-prided favorite author but I must say I harbor enormous respect for him and his talent. To explain, more so I was inspired by the final line than taking it at it’s face value.

“Isn’t it pretty to think so.”

I, and as I suspect many of you, have pictured up some lucid idea of what something, anything, is and often inaccurately. To give an example, college, this mental image you have stored away could never be mimicked precisely down to every detail in reality, simply unrealistic. It’s a lesson age-old, reality rarely meets expectation. I think this quotation serves as an anchoring principle to ground oneself in reality. It might be “pretty,” nice, inaccurate, and easiest to think of something only as you do – to opt to maintain your imagined image over it’s real life honest self but it’s backed in falsities. Living so caught up in own’s head where the world before them cannot nearly compete with it’s more perfectly conjured mental image is a vain existence. Simpler terms? Stay real. In perceptions and experience of life, do not stay believing that the world need be as you think it ought to or as some media sources tells you it ought to. It is what it is. Embrace the world as it’s true self in your true self.

Recently I received an assignment to start a story with the last line of another; so here, is my story, my blog story.

So. Boom. Just like that this blog was created. Why ?

“Ms.Indecisive of life,” a quotation from my own life, out of my father’s mouth. Yes, that’s me. I’m characterized by indecision and far too many interests to narrow down to a sole liking – but I’ve been told maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe so. I’m using this space to bring everything to a single space in high hopes of narrowing down my major interests that I should admit great focus to. We’ll see how this goes, for now it’s simply a test run.

***I didn’t take snapshot that header photo of Hem, that’s be pretty dope though.