I Run with Time, Even Today

It was on my way home from work.

One of my staff members quietly said to me,

“Director, you seem to use your 24 hours very efficiently.”

I paused for a moment when I heard that.

We are all given the same 24 hours each day.But the weight of how we carry those hours is different for everyone.

Leading a team and being responsible for a companyis not simply about managing tasks.

It is about carrying a part of someone else’s life.

The livelihood of our team members rests on the company,and that economic responsibility always sits at the center of my heart.

Perhaps that is whyI try not to let a single day pass carelessly.

Not everyone needs to live the way I do.But this is the life I have chosen.

Mornings Shape Me

My day always begins at dawn.

From Monday to Friday,I wake up at 4:30 a.m.

Before the darkness fully fades,I lace up my running shoes and step outside.

I run for about an hour and a half.

In the quiet air of early morning,I organize my thoughts and steady my heart.

While running, my mind becomes clear,and the direction of my life feels sharper.

Strangely enough,many meaningful connections and opportunitieshave unfolded during those runs.

For nearly 18 years,I have not stopped this early-morning routine.

On weekends, I train even longer—four to six hours—building endurance and strength.

Because in the end, life is stamina.And stamina becomes strength of heart.

A Life Without a Car

I live in America, but I do not own a car.

Instead, I take the train, ride the bus, and walk.

On the train, I read,organize my work,write notes, and listen to music.

When I arrive in Los Angeles,I practice yoga for an hour or twoand then walk about a mile to the office.

That walk is not just a commute.

Small coffee shops, salons, cafés,churches and banks, convenience stores,bakeries, fruit markets, hotels—the city quietly passes byand gently ushers in my day.

At 9:50 a.m.,I turn on my computer,check the emails and messages that came in overnight,and begin another day of work.

Faithfulness in Repetition

After work, I take the train home.

At home,I prepare lunch and snacks for the next day,sometimes baking healthy bread.

A warm bath eases the tension of the day,and by 10 p.m., I am in bed.

My life flows in a steady rhythm.

Yet within that repetition,I strive each dayto give my bestand to use my time wisely.

When I prepare for a marathon,I train even harder.

PerhapsI am living each dayas if it were a marathon.

Lovely February

Lovely February has returned.

Maybe because it is the shortest month,it has always been my favorite.

The gentle weather,the excitement of Valentine’s Day,and the anticipation of purple jacaranda blossomsthat announce the coming spring.

February is also the monthI organize documents for tax season.

While sorting through papers,an old envelope caught my eye.

The date was August 15, 2016.

Inside was a short message:

“Thank you.Because of you, we gained a precious daughter-in-law.”

Just one sentence.But within it lived someone’s entire story.

Life Is Like a Small Bird

Life is short.

Like a small birdfluttering from one branch to another,it passes in an instant.

Looking again at that letter,I reflected on how many marriageshave been fulfilled through DUO over the years.

And today again,at work and at home,I live the day given to me—steadily and faithfully.

Like a small birdbriefly passing through the sky,I hold onto this short dayand live it under the name of gratitude.