This time, I need endorphins. So I don my usual workout attire – a loose shirt, leggings and rubber shoes, and set out to run.
I walk down the Street as the cold November air envelopes me. My silence is disturbed by the beeping of car horns and the bickering of angry drivers. From afar I see the sky tinted by the setting sun. I walk faster.
It’s been 4 years since I first set foot on this part of the City. It was a few months after college graduation, and I was here to submit my application form for medical school. I was young and idealistic, convinced that I can make the world a better place by becoming a doctor.
Now I’m here, a lost medical student who’s not even in school anymore. I have taken a leave hoping that I would recover from the troubles I have experienced. I have run out of reasons to live, and it has been difficult to get by.
I reach the seaside and see the sun glowing beautifully, painting the sky with pink, yellow and orange hues. Slowly, it falls below the horizon, and I absorb the beauty of it all.
Then it starts to drizzle.
I head back home, with my initial plan postponed. No workout endorphins today, but I have to live another day. I need to see the beauty of that sunset again. Tomorrow, maybe?