On my way back home after a long night last night, I thought about my identity here in Singapore. While I will always be Indian and have that at the very core of who I am, my greatest fear has been losing this identity - the very thing that defines me. I have strange anxieties about losing my identity living so far away from home. Firstly because, to be honest, I have very little interaction with people. I tend to keep to myself and it has taken a very conscious effort on my part to be a part of this city. By having little interaction with people, I feel you are unable to express your identity through normal means. When this lack of interaction continues for any extended period, I think that can in fact change your identity, or you in some way forget your identity, or at least your previous identity, whatever that was. Secondly, I dont really have a home in this world, so I am constantly searching for something - and I suppose this is one of the reasons I run - to escape reality and to find...some sort of identity.
Sorry for this lame piece - just a few things I have been pondering on my runs - especially when the days menu has been planned :-)
4 miles or so at some point today.
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