New York, I Love You: Admiration

Well well well, the first one will have to go to the story revolving around the Opera Singer and the Hotel Manager.

As you can see from the picture above, the one on the left is the Opera Singer and the one on the right is the Hotel Manager.


The hotel manager did not tell the opera singer that he is de facto the hotel manager of the hotel. He merely told her that the hotel manager is a big admirer of hers and that he has heard her sang in Paris a couple of times.


I refer to this story at the love of adulation and admiry.

See the bouquet of violets on her hand? It's a gift the hotel manager got for her when she requested for flowers.


How many hotels have you been to where the hotel staff are so attentive that they listen to your preferences and deliver it to you immediately? Well, for me, none and I'm sure for the majority of you, none as well. You will have to blatantly make the request before you get it.


That's the epitome of service I guess, something I am very proud of.


Anyway, after that small conversations of theirs above, the hotel manager offered to shut the window so he walked towards the window but the next moment, unbeknownst to the opera singer (who wanted to commit suicide), the hotel manager jumped out of the window and died.

Then the hotel receptionist/owner, I'm not very sure, came in and told the opera singer that he did not see anyone down there. Yep, he did not see any dead bodies down there. Weird isn't it?


Then, he asked the opera singer if she wanted him to close the window because it's really cold.

The opera singer replied: "Yes, please close the window."


This is the part I find intriguing. "Yes, please close the window." More often than not, we often open up so many windows for ourselves, sometimes even the wrong windows. But the point is, what does it take for us to willingly close the wrong windows? Can we even tell that it is the wrong window we opened? Do we have the courage to close it by ourselves?


In this case, I believe that it takes a macabre death and a sacrifice for the opera singer to finally decide to close that "suicide window" and to open up another one to her brand new life.


On the other hand, since there are no bodies, perhaps it only takes a hallucination or a mere visualization to affirm yourself that it is the wrong window.


So, a death or simply a visualization into your own future? What does it take for you to close a window and open up another one in your life?


Does your life sucks now? Do you have a choice? Yes, we all do, so please. Close the window that makes your life sucks now and open up your brand new window that will rock it!

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