Arts and Culture, Running

Why Do You Run?

When the thermostat falls below zero,

And the world is blanketed in ice and snow

What reasons do you have to lace up for a run?

I run to embrace the hardships and the beauty of Life

The fresh air that both stings and elicits tears of joy

The movement that jars the joints but loosens the spirit.

I run to marvel a world so vast, so different, so wild

I, who was born in a warm cradle of the tropics

I now flow through a landscape locked in ice.

I run to see the world, and to look inwards

To tackle a daunting distance, I still the mind –

The road. The cold. The pain. Me. We co-exist.

I run to seek the Truth, whatever it may be

Today I uncovered the ugliness of my soul

The excuses I too quickly and willingly make

So I ran to surmount my fear of discomfort

I  surrender myself, vulnerable, to the harsh exposure

And survived. Today, I learnt how strong my mind is.

I run for I no longer fear the darkness or the sun

Neither the humid heat nor the February frost

I am a child of the elements

The wind, the snow, and the cold

Whispered in silvery voices, calling me

To return home, to return to the Truth.

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Arts and Culture, Running

Ode to Running

Feet and metres, laps and miles
A weary shuffle but a happy smile
It matters not how fast or slow
So long as I just GO! GO! GO!
The others may be bullet trains
Shooting past me at speeds insane
Yet some others, cargo freights
Who may be envying my own gait
Cheetahs, gazelles, sloths or snails
Small as mites or big as whales
If you run, you can relate
A mile’s a mile, there’s no debate
Each step we take’s a victory
Of the mind over the body
For nothing in this world shall last
Not even the pain of going fast
So each day brings another chance
To execute our peculiar dance
My friends, today, let us go farther
Just put one foot in front of the other.

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Arts and Culture

Autumn

Autumn, you treacherous beauty
You murmur sweet promises
Of piercing sunlight and gentle drizzles
In an eternity of late afternoons
Of bountiful harvests and family feasts
With honey and sweetmeats and wine and spice
Of a masterpiece, a colour explosion
As flowers fade, the silent leaves bloom

Rich. And deep. And luscious.
Seductive.
Deceptive.

Summer’s not left and you’ve stolen her spotlight
The monsoons arrive while the leaves are yet green
Daylight truncated by cloud-covered evenings
By night, your fangs of ice sink into sunburnt skin
No scenes of lovers strolling through leaf-strewn paths
No comfort shared by the hearth over brandy and fire
No smoke from the chimneys but our skies are now grey
No, Autumn, begone. You owe us one last summer day.

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Stories

Valediction for Peres

President Peres, you have blood on your hands
As of today, the number of murdered stands
At 788 innocent civilians, from the other side
But we know it’ll just keep rising like incoming tide
190 of them were children; did you hear their cries?
How do you explain erasing those unwritten lives?
Shall this go on until one side has launched
Its final ammunition?
Will it not end until each man, woman and child
Is dealt their execution?
This isn’t war, it’s a massacre
Of Judgement Day, have you no fear?
Look God in the eyes, my man
And say you’ve served him well
May He let those young lives then decide
If you belong in hell.

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Arts and Culture, Food, Travel

Ode to Edinburgh

Hiking up to the Wallace Monument

Hiking up to the Wallace Monument

Where a magnificent view awaited

Where a magnificent view awaited

The Ninja Turtle could not resist a quick 25-minute trail run

The Ninja Turtle simply could not resist a quick 25-minute trail run

Visiting Glenturret distillery, the oldest working distillery in Scotland

Visiting Glenturret distillery, the oldest working distillery in Scotland

Where they got to choose which one of four versions of the Famous Grouse blend to try

Where they got to choose which one of four versions of the Famous Grouse blend to try

The distillery houses the world's biggest bottle of whisky, and is certified by the Guiness Book of World Records

The distillery houses the world’s biggest bottle of whisky, and is certified by the Guiness Book of World Records

And a tribute to Towser the Cat, who caught a record number of mice in her 24 years

And a tribute to Towser the Cat, who caught a record number of mice in her 24 years

Scotland's best kept secret - the weather is actually fabulous (which may explain the constant English invasions throughout their shared history)

Scotland’s best kept secret – the weather is actually fabulous (which may explain the constant English invasions throughout their shared history)

Three voyagers come from afar
Paid homage to fair Edinburgh
Its castles carved of stone we saw
Its emerald hills left us in awe
And lost amidst a sight so fine
I recall the bards’ tales wove ‘auld lang syne’
Of brave men lost in freedom’s fight
Good lads defendin’ the poor man’s right
O splendid memories that make hearts sing
Fair Edinburgh, what joy you bring
And thus with sorrow we now must part
But Edinburgh, you live on in my heart

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Arts and Culture, Running

The Essence of Running

What is the essence of running?

To run is to be fearless
Listen to the multitude of voices on the web
From all types of runners in this world
One community
One common trait – fearlessness.

Runners are not afraid to try –
And fail
Runners are not afraid to cry –
They will.

Runners are not afraid of the elements
The sun, the wind and the rain
The snow, the sleet and the hail
Are inconveniences, not barriers.

Runners are not afraid of pain
DOMS, blisters, chafing
MTSS, ITBS, plantar fasciitis,
Are just some risks we are willing to take.

To run is to say: I am not afraid
Of setting out in search for more
Of finding myself along the way
Of challenging my pre-conceived limits
Of humbly respecting myself
Because I wasn’t afraid to give 100%.

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Arts and Culture, Stories

Remembering Who We Really Are

Once in a while, it seems like we lose sight of who and what we really are.

Some things are eternal. We're not one of those things.

Some things are eternal. We’re not one of those things.

Countless of sunrises have preceded our fleeting existence, and millions more will follow our demise.

In the grand scheme of things, we’re so very small, and our time here, so very brief. We all live on borrowed time.

It’s good to like what we are experiencing in this world of ours, but we should never forget:

We are not owners of any of it. We are simply caretakers.

We are not owners of any of it. We are simply caretakers.

This place doesn’t belong to us. It’s not ours to stake our claims on, and certainly not ours to spoil.

It’s not even a matter of safeguarding it for future generations. It’s about right here, right now, doing the right thing.

If we are a part of it, then let us learn to take better care of ourselves. If we are apart of it, then let us learn to tread softly and leave no trace behind.

True beauty is a delicate thing. Let us not be the ones to shatter it.

True beauty is a delicate thing. Let us not be the ones to shatter it.

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