You wake up, sometimes 4:15AM, sometimes 5:30AM, for no reason other than the fact that your body wakes up. You go on runs at the park nearby, you run with no end goal in mind, you just grind your teeth and keep going, because you have to. In the end, you make sure to climb the hill for the view atop, there you see the Forbidden City, spread out, regal, glorious, and you think for a second, that image is all you need for the rest of your life. No, you don't need anything else. All this discipline. All this work. What do you have in the end?