Streets of New York

Es ist soweit, endlich komme ich dazu meine Bilder von meiner langen Reise im letzten Jahr zu sortieren und euch hier mehr zu zeigen und zu erzählen, was ich während dessen gefühlt habe. Beginnen möchte ich mit ein paar Bildern von meinen letzten Tagen in New York und einem Text, den ich inmitten dieser wundervollen Stadt in ein kleines Notizbuch gekritzelt habe:

NYC, 16/09/2018

Just sitting in a random, but cute café, drinking an awesome cold drink, while the sun is shining on my back, warming me up. Listing to good music and watching people come and go. Cold Matcha, hot coffee, ice cream, something for every mood and every character.

Sitting in the edge of the room and just feeling the vibes of this city. The beats of a song vibrating under my shoes. Just a random song at a random time. But it feels so right, everything feels just perfect. Like I am meant to be here at this moment.

This city makes me feel lost and found at the same time. Lost in between all those strangers around me, but I found my space in between. I don’t feel lonely anymore in the middle of a city, surrounded by random people. Cause there is a big difference between being lonely and being alone. To be alone, is to be strong enough to enjoy yourself. Even when I am traveling alone, I never feel lonely. There is always someone filling this empty space, if I want to. But sometimes it’s good to be alone, to know how to handle all your thoughts, all your steps. If your are able to be alone, without needing someone, you know, you become a stronger version of yourself.

At first it’s not easy at all, but when time flies, you feel the comfort, the good things in being alone for some moments. You start to be able to face all the thoughts – good and scary ones. You be able to face yourself. Cause it’s nothing wrong with staying for yourself for a while. It just makes you more solitaire.

Now I am sitting here, in the middle of the city, in a random café alone, but not lonely. Next to all those strangers I’m feeling alive. No need to leave, just enjoying myself and my thoughts.

»There is a huge difference between being alone
and feeling lonely.«