Why is it that often times we fail to see the little parts of life?
Is it because we're not looking for them?
Or is it because there so subtle that is hard to see them?
For the past several years, I've traveled to New York City and until yesterday, I had never noticed the little things that make New York.
What struck me the most yesterday was the sounds of New York City.
Whether it is the screeching of the subway or the whistle of cars passing by, New York City has it all.
In a way the sounds of New York City were like listening to an untold story.
Each story was unique and is always changing.
Those who live in the city can never hear the untold story because they are always surrounded by it.
The next time you're in the city look and listen for the untold stories and you might be surprised by what you find.
Is it because we're not looking for them?
Or is it because there so subtle that is hard to see them?
For the past several years, I've traveled to New York City and until yesterday, I had never noticed the little things that make New York.
What struck me the most yesterday was the sounds of New York City.
Whether it is the screeching of the subway or the whistle of cars passing by, New York City has it all.
In a way the sounds of New York City were like listening to an untold story.
Each story was unique and is always changing.
Those who live in the city can never hear the untold story because they are always surrounded by it.
The next time you're in the city look and listen for the untold stories and you might be surprised by what you find.
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