The Greatest New York Ever

New York magazine featured an absolutely
outstanding cover story in this week's issue

that brought me to tears tonight on the subway

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Granted, I didn't have the best day at work 

(and my chest feels like that of another)

but I literally had to fight back the waterworks 

digesting how perfectly this piece was written:

2011
Because We Never Rest

By Michael Cunningham

Be it my uncooperative hormones, or the fact that I admittedly bopped into a dive bar after work to have a beer by my lonesome to wipe away the embarrassment from giving a piss-poor presentation (Fail!) before heading home for dinner,
but sitting there on the F train, wedged between the greasy guy that smelled like a cigarette and a rail thin model that actually resembled one, the ending of this article sure got me good...

"What’s truly great about New York is its capacity to rise and rise again out of the rubble of whatever it used to be. Every day, new people arrive, in burkas or full-body tattoos, or in polo shirts and Dockers, and for them, this New York is the quintessential New York. This one, the same one those of us who’ve been here a while tend to complain about. This New York, for the new arrivals, is fabulous even though, at the moment, it’s not paved with gold. Even though jobs are scarcer than cabs in rainstorms.
This New York shines proudly and brilliantly through all its troubles. It’s the city the newbies will be tempted to reminisce about as they grow older.

Reminiscence, however, is never a good idea here. If you don’t welcome the new, you miss the point of New York. It’s always young and nubile and full of dreams. It’s always inventing itself. What’s not to love?"