I really love cities. I have loved them for a very long time. I remember how amazing it was to go downtown when I was little. I never got to go very often and when I did, I was fascinated with everything. I loved the buildings, the lights, the people. They still fascinate me today. I love walking this cities streets. I love the contradictions, dangers, stories and life of this city. How quickly it changes. One minute there are crowds, the next it is deserted. It changes as quickly as the setting sun.
Got into Las Vegas earlier today. Caught a quick dinner with some friends, walked about and gambled for a bit.
As we were walking back to the hotel I saw this less fortunate man pushing a wheelchair walking about the streets alone. His shirt read, “I haven’t won my millions yet!” Rather fitting for where I am. How true and most of us won’t. What we have to remember is ‘our millions’ isn’t always financially. Being rich is having friends and family. People to tell us ‘I love you’. Support from those surrounding us. People to hold us while we cry. Laugh with us. Through all my struggles I still feel and believe I’ve already hit my millions. Thank you to all those who’ve made me rich.