I went for a run today. I ran in the rain, let the mist creep over my skin; I always run too quickly to let it cling to me. People always ask me how I can run for such long distances, miles and miles, but it’s the only thing that clears my head completely. I can calm myself until all I think and all I feel is the intake of moist air running down my throat, into my lungs, filling my blood, and back out again, the cycle complete; rhythm is beauty. All at once, I am a million different versions of myself; I am running through the thick humidity of a hot summer’s day, breathing in the exhaust from a million cars, keeping time to the crunch of asphalt beneath my feet, I am running through the bushes, cutting my ankle with the haggard branches, the sweet scent of floral rushing through my veins, I am running through the highlands of Scotland, away from home, running till my body forces me to stop, running to remind myself that I’m alive, I am running by the bay in Hong Kong, questioning my purpose, seeking refuge in the sound of the breaking waves, hoping they can block out the rest.
I have built my life on connections….every day I am a million different people, I live a million different lives.
