It’s not just about walking. It’s about exploring, about getting to someplace you didn’t know you wanted to go.
Take the secret steps or that tiny, brick alley tucked between the buildings and say to yourself, “I wonder what’s down there,” — because maybe you can find something that nobody else knows but you, that won’t be there the next time you pass.
Nothing is supposed to last forever and that’s why it’s all so beautiful. Don’t worry so much about being safe. What you are really looking for is romance & passion (which is more than soulmates and sex) & being too emotional & caring too much & looking dumb & being scared & making mistakes & all the stuff that makes you cry – because home is an ideal, not a real place.
For a long time I lived my life following somebody else’s map.
- I graduated from high school.
- I went to college.
- I got married & bought a house & had kids & went to work everyday & made a lot of money.
I was so dead I didn’t even know it.
Let your life fall apart. Get a little lost. Stop being perfect.
If you are doing it right nobody will understand your choices – much less approve. Because you are the only you, your own super-hero waiting for permission to be who you’ve always known you are.
But first you’ll have to learn to not be busy. That’s the hard part. If you can do it, I suspect you’ll find your faith in that thing, whatever it is, that is bigger than yourself and connect with everything that lies beyond our own little pleasures and our own little needs. Which is when life starts to feel important.
Go on now. Get on a bus just to see where it goes. Watch clouds. Sit on a park bench by yourself at dawn and I bet after a while you’ll feel like whistling.