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  • The other day I was on the train heading downtown to see an opera performance for one of my classes. Since over 200 students were attending, almost inevitably, a lot of our classmates ended up in the same car as us. Four or five guys stood by the door, loosely holding the poles and swaying with the train’s jerky motion. A girl with beautiful long hair closed her eyes and rested her head on the boy next to her while behind them two girls took picture after picture together. I sat in my seat sharing an iPod with a friend, listening to a song that I knew held immense meaning for her. And I thought, six or seven months ago, none of us knew each other. I didn’t know this girl or this song or how she’d come into my life and stick. That girl with the hair didn’t know that guy, didn’t know she’d find someone like him to rest on. Those guys standing up probably looked like fools the first time they stood up on the train, just like anyone. And yet in so little time these people, these experiences, have changed us, introduced so much into our lives.

    Connections, it’s all about connections. The people that come and stick. The stories that make you think, make you listen, make you dream, and, most importantly, make you feel. The experiences that make you change. The feeling of being fused with something else, a person, a place, some sort of being. Knowing that wherever you are, wherever you go, some part of you remains there, with that person or place. That you have somewhere to go, a purpose, something to fight for. Making things a part of you. That’s what it’s all about.

    And it's only the beginning. Who knows what's next?
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