Living with Intention

Now that I am over 50, I have begun to think about what it means to "live with intention" once again.
Until now, I feel like there were things I was unconsciously carrying, thinking, "This is how I should be" or "This is how I should be seen."

But now, I am letting go of those things little by little.
After my father passed away, I learned the weight and the fleeting nature of time.
Everyone's life must come to an end someday.

That is precisely why I believe we should be more free in how we spend the time we have left.
Not out of vanity or a sense of duty, but moving toward what feels comfortable to me.

Without forcing myself to be strong, I accept myself, including my weaknesses.
Perhaps that is what a "natural way of living" means to me now.

It is the same with my body.

Eating, sleeping, moving.
They seem like simple things, but none of them can be neglected.
I find balance through running, and I gain awareness through running.

I have learned that not pushing myself too hard is also a form of strength that allows me to keep going.
My daily life has changed as well.

I keep only what I truly love and spend time with the people I truly want to see.
Instead of saying "I'll do it someday," I have come to think, "I will do it now."

Because time is life itself.
I believe that being in your 50s is not an end, but a time when you can choose your life all over again.

Carrying all my past experiences and failures with me, I start running once more.

This spring, I find myself wanting to challenge something new.
I cannot explain the reason well, but I have a feeling as if I am being pushed forward.
So, I run again today.

For my own sake.
And also for the sake of those who might be watching from somewhere.

Just as the thoughts come to me.