Yesterday afternoon, I spent the day with an old friend. We met up in Harlem and then took a nice stroll by the Hudson River. "That's where I spent 3 years of my life," I told him, pointing to the 16th floor of Riverside Church.
It felt like yesterday where 17 young bushy-browed actors would train on the cold hardwood floor of this historic tabernacle. Staring out toward the Hudson was like envisioning our dreams: it felt so far away, yet somehow within reach.
I think it's important to visit the places where you first dreamt a dream. It's not about holding on to the past or getting lost in nostalgia, but reminding yourself of who you were and what you once believed.
There's a boldness that comes with youth. You don't know what you don't know and everything seems possible. And though it's important to set reachable goals, it's also great to take personal inventory once in a while to ask yourself why you have less faith in yourself.
Strolling through the campus of Columbia University and stopping by some of my old haunts reminded me that it's never too late to dig your heels in and fight for something important to you. The aspiration may have evolved as you have, but it doesn't mean it's too late to leave your mark.
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