I've come to enjoy running quite a lot. I've tried very long to start. It just semed like such as nice thing to go out for a run. And it is. When I run I think but I don't think, if that makes any sense. You see so much when running outdoors: the changes in nature, human behaviour, architecture, etc. It made me realise what a fascinating season autumn really is. It's the most vivid and colourful season yet it is in actuality a celebration of death. And it got me thinking about life, and how incredibly short it is. It is this shortness that makes it meaningful and resilient. It's frightful how forgetful we become of this once trapped in the hamster wheel. I need to constantly remind myself that the true joie de vivre is out in the world and not behind closed doors. It got me questioning what I actually want in life. A successful career has never been of importance. What has though is proving my abilities and earning a living that reflects it. But then, I think back to the days of travel, the freedom of being, and I can't help but to doubt this way of living. Then I have to scold myself. Who said anything about excluding one or the other? Why do we people keep thinking we need to make a definite choice? Whoever said we can't have it all?