What are you running after
A homeless man, sitting on a bench, a bottle of beer in his hand, calls out to me:
“What are you running after?”
It is Saturday, at the end of the morning, the time for my jogging. As I continue to run, I just turn around and smile at his little provocation. He undoubtedly sees himself as a free man, freed from the bizarre whims of all these city-dwellers in hurry, stressed, who spend part…