Being an empath in New York

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
an excerpt on being an empath in the big city

Submitted: June 09, 2019

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  Sometimes I want the whole world to know how in love with it I am. That is when I see clusters of greens and water views awakening a strange inner sense of freedom. Or when a lady walks her dog - I smile unconsciously at it, raise my eyes up and she returns a friendly smile of a greeting. There’s a melancholy in her eyes I‘m unfailing to spot, though usually terrible at interpreting facial expressions. As sung by Gnarls Barkley: “Does that make me crazy? Possibly.” But it also makes me alive, more alive than ever.

In New York, it isn’t exceptional for complete strangers to interact. Sure - the subway train or the shuttle bus are usually zones where glances are a no-no, and crossing the borderline of your bubble is equivalent to an ethical violation. However, in neighborhoods filled with more greenery than concrete, and where coffee shops may be a lengthy walk from each other, that rule is no longer in control. It’s common to compliment someone’s style or hair - in respectful, privacy acknowledging terms, of course.

At those refreshing, battery-recharging, regenerating moments I realize how much burden my mind’s been carrying inside; when I let the heavy weight go I feel the beauty of the world filling into that new space. And I wonder, is there a formula to perfect days? And is there a way to forget the pain, eternally? Is there a strategy to selectively delete the slides your brain presents to you in unexpected order - where you are filled with bliss one moment and sorrow the next?

Then I realize - maybe there isn’t. The ability to feel certain emotions is entirely built on contrasts. Only having grasped the deepest riffs and hollows of sadness do we climb the Mt. Everest of happiness.

It is about learning not just to feel, but breathe life in with the oceanic breeze, the piano chords from a rusty ship turned into a cafe, the sophisticated cinnamon aroma that perfectly matches your senses - heck, even early summer allergies, colds caught in conditioned rooms, black trash bags and automobile smoke.

It’s true that feelings may be difficult to navigate through...but for an empath, blockage of them is a dead end.


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