The art of how and why

In a haze of sadness, how do you continue to always be hopeful?
In the rush of tears, how do you find the energy to laugh?
In a time when your heart breaks for yourself and those you love, how do you keep doing what you do?

How do you have your first "I live in New York and thus I go to the theatah" experience and go see a ridiculous musical based on the ridiculous horror movie "The Children" where everyone is always yelling and singing so high and fake body parts are being tossed at you from backstage?

How do you go to a very trendy bar and have a very trendy drink with the very trendy cast from this ridiculous musical?

How do you eat Taco Bell in the middle of Tuesday night in Penn Station and notice that it's still full of people all waiting to go somewhere?

How do you wake up full of happiness simply because you will get cable and internet and daily life will finally be right again?

How do you spend an entire day in the library struggling through "Performing Arts- The Economic Dilemma" and getting yelled at by girls who are a little too uptight and can't seem to work in a place where there is even the slightest bit of noise? (If you ask me, if you can't type on the computer without a little background noise, you probably shouldn't be in college. If you ask Paul, those same people should be killed or something. I suppose we could go somewhere in between...)

How do you almost get stuck in a bathroom stall right before class and not panic too much?

How do you sit in class for 5 hours and attempt to learn more than you ever thought a person could learn about arts administration in the span of 5 hours?

How do you realize that you now ride on the subway and walk the streets of Manhattan and weave through the crazy people and observe the various styles of clothes and slyly watch and be slightly nervous of the rappers that make their way through the subway car, just as if you'd lived here forever?

How do you notice that sometimes the sidewalks literally look like they're made of diamonds because they sparkle so much in the streetlights?

You just do.
I do.
Because I have to.
Because it's what I do.