Aimless Walks

Walks define our journey – our peregrination and odysseys become meaningful, cultivating our senses only when they are aimless and pointless. To me, our feet are the last stop of our senses and the first spot to interact with this physical world. From crying to laughing to fears to jubilance, every emotion is felt in our feet and the way our pulses treat the stability of our feet. Walking for miles of distance without a crumble of worry or a purpose would add joy rather than weariness. You start to solve problems when you get to walk for yourself: the longer it becomes, the shorter our problems are. Most of our walks dissolve our problems, either by helping us move past them or by stomping them underfoot. Yet, our walks never carry the burden of our troubles indefinitely or lead to despair. If you can trust your walk, your problems disappear before you return home. A sturdy walk instills confidence, a slow walk helps us to learn the problem, an ungainly walk testified our full stomach, and a crawling type of walk is the most curious and solves many problems in the world. Thus, humans have walked on this earth and solved many mysteries: many things outside of us and a few things inside us.

My peregrinations have been glorious, a few notorious, and many are ambitious. Times before, I walked for others, and times later, I walked for others. Any such walks motivated me to understand others and more of myself. Our lives are filled with walking for others, our family, our workplace, and, strangely, sometimes, for strangers. I would never worry if I were to be put on the no-fly list forever or eternally banned from motor vehicles. But I cannot imagine a day without my paws’ marks on this coarse earth. The more I shape the ground with my steps, the more my mind and body are shaped in return.

I particularly like aimless walks, the thrill of being lost, the fantasy of discovering new, the pain of knowns passing far away, and the fear of unknowns coming as they like. The aimless walk in a new city is an especially masochistic ones, seeing our phone battery is draining, less money we’ve got in our pocket, the smell of the origin point where we started gets far distant, we begin to trust people who see next in such situation rather paying servile obedience towards our gadgets and paper money. Our feet start to trust the people to ask for directions, and our faith in humanity shines during aimless walks.

An aimless walk in a big city is enough to make you forget your name and ancestral pride.

Our brain works spectacularly on solving problems while walking for ourselves. Next time, when you are riddled with puzzles for any inglorious and egregious problems, take a walk until you see a new place that your eyes have never been there, and you can come back home with renewed confidence and clarity on the issue. Maybe our old-old grandfathers had to solve problems at home and bore themselves as hunters, gatherers, or voyagers to other continents, eventually solving hunger and issues at home.

You can listen to your feet when you walk aimlessly. Your feet charmingly work for themselves because you never direct them; you don't dictate them to work for money or recognition. On such aimless walking, your feet enjoy their freedom, and they learn to know their purpose and reasons for existence; they cordially stride and march together to find their welfare, charm and discover alluring characters and their spiritual definitions and intents.

Your last mile of freedom lasts only until you become self-aware that your walks are aimless.

However, for many people, walking is a tedious job, and they look for transportation even for shorter distances; I also pity people who choose the treadmill over the vast earth. A fair portion of our planet is water. Is it the way because the creator fears that humans would walk all over them if all of us had fins, or only a minor portion of the earth is the land, and fishes and sea creatures abstained from developing any legs and left a piece of land as a gesture of mercy for humans? We either had fins or feet; our intent to measure this earth is inevitable by our limbs. Amongst ourselves, the walkers had the most joyful treasures and lived content any day compared to non-walkers.

When fins replace feet, do we have the ability to conquer the seas?

Imagining the plight of people who cannot walk is both painful and deeply moving, Whether this inability is due to old age or physical challenges, the innocent souls who lost the ability to walk still do the noble activity with their eyes. The horizon they see at a far point is the endless vacant plain they can walk through the eyes; thus, eventually, the notion of walking is vicariously achieved by such innocent people. Every stroke of eyeball movement is a step, and every focused gaze becomes a run for such resilient and aplomb souls.

Walking along with your loved ones makes your purpose visible and cherished; however, walking on their memories on an aimless and unending road would water the bond beyond the value and sanctity that you felt when they were next to you. When you carry the thoughts of your loved ones in your head and walk, you lose the weight of yourself and start to glide. Any miles of distance become the shortest path, and your imaginations and desires about them would fuel your walking; you never need any food or water; the plain interest to think about them and recount events would give you strength and gaiety on your walk.

Levity in thoughts of loved ones is assured with gaiety in every step of the walk.

You can address yourself; your dimwit self-pity vanishes, the urge to cast blame on others diminishes, and your sense of yourself grows and glows eternally on an aimless path mission. One aimless walk on a slumber day would uncover the real person in you and restore the faith in you. Have you ever experienced the magic of an aimless walk? Share your thoughts and stories—we can spark meaningful conversations about the journeys of our lives.

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