This year has undoubtedly been the hardest of my life. It’s also the year I started running more seriously. I think about this Berlin weekend a lot. The friends I made in that time have left such an impact on me. They inspired me, they showed kindness. We run for different reasons right? We run away from things that hurt us, we run forward in search of clarity, for answers..fun? We run to show ourselves we’re strong and capable. It humbles me and the older I get the better that feels.
In my father’s clothes.
I thought for a long time for the right words to describe this project but I haven’t found them. What I know is that grief evolves as time goes on, it never goes away. I’d like to say I am who I am because of my dad but I’m also who I am because I lost him at 18.
I think that this year we’re all sharing a sort of mutual feeling of loss or finally have the time to deal with something heavy from our past so be kind, to yourself and to others.
Sometimes it takes a very special moment that resonates so deeply, it wakes you up. All of sudden life stands still and every part of your being seems focused. Then you find yourself chasing that, looking for the "realness" in life and wanting no less than that. Pay attention. Don't miss that moment.
