This morning, as I was running through the soft light of dawn on Mount Luho,
a thought crossed my mind: I’m not afraid of dying.
But I am afraid of being trapped in a body that’s sick and broken —
neither fully alive nor peacefully gone.
So how should I live?
I want to walk, run, swim, laugh, and share stories
until my very last day — and quietly leave with no regrets.
That is my vision of a good ending.
That’s why I run today.
Even when the sun is burning, my breath is heavy, and sweat pours down —
I run to feel life with my whole being.
And when that final moment comes, I want to be able to say, “I lived well.”
To avoid pain, I choose health.
To avoid being stuck in bed, I choose movement.
To face death with peace, I choose to live every day with meaning.
This isn’t just a morning routine.
It’s a philosophy of life.
Be happy today.
