Moments of clarity come at the strangest times. For me it was after a friend's birthday party, running on the flooded streets of Cartagena at 4:30 in the morning. What started as a walk turned into a jog, which soon enough turned into a run. As the light drizzle became a heavy pour, I stopped at a dock and watched the raindrops overturn themselves in the water. They say that God is in the rain.
For some reason I threw out a left jab, then a right, then danced around and threw classic 1-2-3's. Shadowboxing felt like the only proper thing to do.
That night I saw how shallow human nature can be, how things like trust, honesty and friendship are manipulated for personal gain. I can't say I'm innocent as this was a strange reflection of my own actions; a self-inquiry of who I am versus who I want to be. I wouldn't say it all made complete sense then or even now, but I am starting to see this journey and myself more clearly.