I just found out about this concept from Japan called *Ma*.
It’s the space between things—the pause, the emptiness, the in-between.
Like when you’re on a train.
You’ve left, but you haven’t arrived.
Or when you’re walking that long, quiet road before a temple.

The space between words isn’t meaningless.
It’s what gives the sentence meaning in the first place.

I think I’m in that space now.
Not where I began.
Not yet where I’m going.
Somewhere in between.
And it’s… unsettling.
I don’t know if I’m on the right path.
I don’t even know what the destination looks like.

But I hope—
I hope that on the other side is something soft.
A life where I’m not haunted by bills,
not dragged down by debt,
a life with room to breathe.

And while I wait, I run.
It sounds strange—celebrating stillness with motion—
but it works for me.

It works because when I run,
that’s when my mind becomes still.
I’m too busy with my steps,
my breathing,
my feet.

And for a little while, that’s enough.

Karin Sabrina