In the evening when I am back from work I pull up my socks, wear my running shoes, pick my headphones and I am off. Off to the locality park. The sun's set and only half of the lamps in the park are on. The headphones play "chasing cars" and even though the tempo of the song doesn't match my jogging speed it's somehow relaxing. This is the time I am at perfect ease. It's pretty dark and no one sees each other's face except where they cross the dimly lit patches. This is my "me" time.
Because sometimes the path is the greatest listener.
I usually think about the day, my actions and have the deepest introspection.
And in that time I wonder maybe all this adds up to something. The long hours of jog, the useless days, the shitty job, the hours of writing drafts in my blog, the senseless doodles on all my diaries, the never ending questions of sex and the existence of a God, the meaningless jokes, the decisions as to whether I should wax, quoting lyrics in a conversation and the small peck on the cheeks. Maybe all this is who I am. And this is the time when I happen to love who I am.