Reader,
We each do many, many things as a natural response to different arising of feelings, implementations, scenarios, that it is so mind-boggling to just discover the wonders of such variable extents.
A crying girl in her tweens would devour a bucketful of Chocolate ice-cream so as to mourn over the recent break up with her boyfriend. I've seen aspiring medical students resort to Daytona to neutralize the effects of overwhelming stress brought by tomorrow's exams and toddlers cry over spilt milk.
Millions of people dance in astounding unison to commemorate Michael Jackson's death, while my best friend opts to drown herself in long showers in the middle of the night for reasons that I cannot disclose here.
Never ending possibilities.
Me?
I walk.
There is this inner peace that I find within each step that I take, so much so that I sometimes question the affinity between this action and I; how natural it becomes for this reflex to take place.
Why?
...
Maybe, besides allowing myself some time to recollect my thoughts, it is opening doors that lead to other journeys, or a continuation of my current journey whose ending has yet to come.
Maybe, with each step that I take, I am allowed ample time to pick up the pieces that was once broken; to try and mend it back into place. Maybe, the endless circles that I sometimes take, helps preserves sights and sceneries that I intend to remember forever.
Maybe, it gives me the feeling like I am always moving forward from where I was last left behind; an initiative to continuously strive forward and never look back.
I really do not know.
But, what I do know, is this -
That finally, when I am ready, I walk home.