A Colorful Manhattan

The streets of Manhattan are one of the most beautiful amongst many. I love walking in Manhattan because of its beauty and color. It’s just a city full of diversity from many nations and cultures. It’s sort of magical when you see how alive the city is. If you are a foreigner like me, you almost never realize you’re different because everyone else is different. And you never get bored because there are so many things to see, to listen to, and to capture. You can do this everyday and you won’t get tired. There’s a power within the city that, like a magnet, keeps you in.


My second visit to New York city was another joyful visit. I got to finally see China town on a hot summer day. The smell of fish filled my lungs. But it was a nice little town. I felt like I was in China. I also went on top of the Empire State Building for the second time and was still amazed by its structure and height. From the top things were small, yet captivating. I saw, again for the second time, Lady Liberty. She was still powerful, holding her torch. I love the sight of her and the water below. When the wind blows, it’s very magical. You feel the freedom, the love, and the greatness of life. But you have to remember those who lack this freedom, this beautiful path to happiness. It’s true that freedom isn’t always enough for some, there’s always more people want. They want more money, more fortune, and more fame. It’s just never quite enough. So the next time you see the Statue of Liberty and you think you don’t have enough, think of how far you’ve come to be on that spot. Think of how much you had to give up to be in America, the land of freedom. Many wish to be in the same spot you are, but they can’t, it just doesn’t happen easily for everyone, but you are there, in that very same spot. Enjoy it, the sun, the water, that’s what freedom is. It’s a colorful, beautiful, magical, spectacular word that comes with hard work.
I gave up a life I didn’t quite get to know. I gave up a land I loved. I gave up my home of childhood memories. I gave it all up for something better, something much bigger that my brain could ever posses. But I did and I am proud to be where I am. Sometimes it is hard when I am reminded of the day I walked out of my life forever. The day at the airport where all my loved-ones said good-bye to me and I didn’t know it was going to change my whole life. When you’re little, you think things come back, you know, your old life with everything you want in it. But it doesn’t, it changes once you leave it behind. It never returns the way it came.

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