Was today typical?

Not exactly.

But it looked like the kind of “typical” I want in my life.

A few minutes of exercise, a climb up nine flights of stairs,

a bit of blogging, a quiet conversation with my beloved—

oh, and that thing called “bread,” also known as work, showed up as usual.

Plus a moment of silent prayer—short, but I always remember to keep it.

Nothing particularly exciting, but every part of it is something I want to keep doing.

A little tired, a little full—but my heart feels nourished.

Still, the world rarely lets you live your days in peace.

In recent days, Taiwan’s political scene has been in turmoil again—

a failed recall attempt against an opposition lawmaker stirred up yet more division.

Meanwhile, the southern cities of Kaohsiung and Tainan were hit hard by torrential rains,

causing severe flooding and damage.

And here in Taipei, as I write this, heavy rain drums steadily on the windowpane.

I’m growing older, and so are the elders around me.

Time makes no sound, yet it keeps pushing us forward.

So I hold on to these ordinary things—

exercise, writing, connection, work, and prayer.

They may seem small, but they’re my way of standing still, just for a moment, in the current of time.

And just like that, another day passes.