The City of Angels they call it. Well, I ran into a lot of different things in Los Angeles, but no Angels yet. This doesn’t mean that this isn’t yet to come, because here anything is possible. LA has so many different faces it is hard to identify yourself with the city. At least it is for me. Walking down the street I look up to the gigantic palm trees. Sometimes I wonder if I could just climb in one, and observe the city from the same point of view for a while. I like to think I have seen a lot of the world, but nowhere else I felt like in Los Angeles. That city shifts personalities every neighbourhood you go to, and the obscenely rich live right next to the people who don’t have anything, anything but a shopping cart. Walking around in West LA, especially Hollywood and Beverly Hills made me realize how big the differences are. It happened more than once that I would stop walking, because there was a Lamborghini approaching, while at the other side of the street an old man was pushing a shopping cart with all his belongings in it. I kept staring at that street view for as long as it was there, from the old man, to the Lamborghini, and back to the old man. I tried to imagine the rest of their day. The guy in the fast car would probably drive back to his mansion in the hills, completely unaware of the world around him, and the old man with the shopping cart, I don’t even know what happens to him. Coming from Holland I never experienced this before. I am on the good side of the spectrum in Los Angeles though. Did I just get really lucky? Or is me fighting for everything I always wanted finally paying off? What makes someone suitable to drive a Lamborghini? And believe me when I say there are many of them in LA, while others don’t even have a place to sleep at night.
Life never was fair, if you want to be different – be different. If you want to make a change – make a change. In the end we all have a chance of succeeding in our own way, how difficult this might seems some days. It is never too late to start.