What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (Vintage International)

by Haruki Murakami

Somerset Maugham once wrote that in each shave lies a philosophy. I couldn’t agree more. No matter how mundane some action might appear, keep at it long enough and it becomes a contemplative, even meditative act.

In the midst of this flow, I’m aware of myself as one tiny piece in the gigantic mosaic of nature. I’m just a replaceable natural phenomenon, like the water in the river that flows under the bridge toward the sea.

Just as I have my own role to play, so does time. And time does its job much more faithfully, much more accurately, than I ever do.