Of Running and Reflection

While most find peace in their daily cup of coffee or in scrolling through their social media accounts, there is nothing more relaxing to me than going for a run. I live in a relatively secluded and quiet suburban area with sprawling streets and lots of space. Especially in the morning when the air is crisp, running allows for time away from the hectic routine called my life.

Now, I am by no means a great runner. I’m a swimmer and have been for over six years. However, after recently quitting club swim, I’ve found myself lost as to how to remain in good shape. So, I started by going on runs with a friend and eventually branched off to go on long runs by myself.

Running is the only real thing in my life that I have no definite goals in, and I intend to keep it that way. I In fact, it’s the reason why it’s so relaxing for me. In a high-stress, competitive world, it’s nice to have something to just do. I don’t run to get faster times or to improve the distance travelled. I run to just for the sake of running. It feels like some form of meditation, and it’s the only time when life slows down and allows time for me to reflect.

And the perfect time? Right before the sun sets.



i travel far when walking


i travel far when walking

along the river, and

the rocks,


to a place i cannot see

not knowing where it

Leads to–

each rock not yet

trodden upon

each stunning sight



i love the Tranquility of nature–


making new paths





Of Man and Nature

As I travelled down the coast of California to the Long Beach area, I had a striking, but sinking revelation.  I stared outside the bus window as streams of color flashed before me. We were passing through industrial parks of enormous shipping zones filled with colorful rectangular crates.

It was as if we were stuck in an amusement park, with each area louder in color than the next. Left and right, we were surrounded with images  of industrialization and man-made material. Huge cranes extended over the ocean for unpacking incoming shipments, ruining the pristine skyline. The sight was intensely futuristic and was unlike anything I have ever seen before. Coming from a largely suburban area where everything is underdeveloped, seeing this type of wide-scale industrial development put me in awe. The scene was straight out of a futuristic, Wall-E-type movie.

Industrial Park

Even pictures cannot do justice the raw emotions I felt upon looking at the endless sea of crates. One had to be there to experience how small and insignificant a human felt in retrospect to the towering piles of crates and cranes.

After driving through the mass of industrialization, our bus arrived at our destination– the beautiful Cabrillo Beach tide pools. We spent the day experiencing nature in its purest form, walking through atop of ancient rocks and looking out past the calm ocean. We observed the lowest of the low tides that swept up once every year. After learning about sea animals and plants in the aquatic museum, the experience was even more gratifying, since I was able to understand exactly what type of rock I was treading upon, and what sea life I was looking at. During this moment in time, I was immersed in the grasps of nature, fulling experiencing the calm and peace that it brought.

The stark contrast between the industrial park I had travelled through earlier in the day and the tide pools I had waded past in the afternoon was appalling. From the rocks of the beach, I could see the faint outline of huge ships and crates through the misty ocean fog. The two places, though relatively close in distance, could not be more different. Man’s creations and nature are two entirely different worlds. And as I stood on the edge of the rocks bordering the ocean and glanced at the lofty buildings in the distance, I felt as though I was trapped in the middle of the two worlds– the world of man and the world of nature– each threatening to engulf me into nothingness.


Tide pools of Cabrillo Beach.

Of Me

Hello there! My name is Katerina, and I am currently a high school student in sunny Southern California. I started this blogging adventure to document my life experiences as I develop and grow as a writer and as a person.

Of Change and Chance is a blog dedicated to exploring the adventures that I go through on a daily basis. It is a compilation of reflection, musings, and self-expression. Through this blog, I hope to openly voice my opinions on whatever issue I wish and create a community of young writers like myself.

The name of my blog, “Of Change and Chance” actually came from a quote in a long-time favorite book of mine, Their Eyes Were Watching God, by Zora Neale Hurston: “Janie pulled back a long time because he did not represent sun-up and pollen and blooming trees, but he spoke for far horizon. He spoke for change and chance“(29). I found this short but simple phrase immensely intriguing and full of hidden meaning. “Change” and “chance” have a unique relationship; they are so different in meaning but often overlap in life. I want this blog to record the changes that I go through in my life and the chances I have to take to get there.

Of Change and Chance

-Katerina (: