Possible

There are so many lives to live in New York.  And for better or worse, there are so many lives to live that show themselves to the world.  Perhaps it is possible to live in isolation here, but public transit alone seems to preclude that.  And with so many lives, right there in front of my eyes, I can see all the possibilities there could be.

I don't ever envision being a Broadway actor, or holding a job in financial risk management, but seeing an orchestra perform certainly raises my awareness of a possibility and something that I miss.  Tonight I was able to see a wonderful performance, one of those in which the string players might be seen leaning to their side to share a moment with their stand partner, perfectly matching one another's bow speed and articulation.  I'm not sure that playing in an orchestra was always a transcendent musical experience, but it certainly was possible to connect with others in a very intimate way, one that has no parallel in other parts of living.  I miss the depth of listening and anticipation, trying to follow another as the move and breath.

There are so many avenues to be taken in life here.  And sometimes that can be overwhelming.  It is so easy to find ways to stay busy and involved in meaningful endeavors, but there are so many of them.  It can be hard not to get caught up the tide of things going the way that they go, landing as they happen to land.  Doors open and I go through them, but I don't feel that I've been the one to open them in a long time.  So maybe it's time for a lesson, or a quartet, or something of the sort, to keep things growing and alive in as many ways as possible.