I’m used to be that person who wasn't a huge fan of long walks – not  for any particular reason other than I didn't walk far enough to enjoy it. I was well aware of the merits and benefits of walking and general locomotion, but lately, I've been taking walks with my soul, just to think out loud and clear my thoughts. These days I have so much on my mind, so many things I need to express, and so few avenues to accomplish this. It’s very gratifying to have to whole sky and earth to vent to, to let the heat of the summer eviscerate your words and general dysphonia.  

There is something about walking that lends some clarity, something that animates the senses. You could set out walking to construct some theory to figure out the meaning of this life, but to have the sun and air and gentle green of the earth reassure you, there is no reason but to be. You set out for some answers to find that perhaps you didn't have the questions right. You begin to think that perhaps some things are not meant to be known and understood but just to be embraced, or at the very least, accepted. When you go walking, wandering aimlessly with no destination, you’re taken from the shallow enclave of your stronghold, where self-righteousness and convictions are your walls to find them stripped or battered by the maelstrom of this world.

To find my answers, I may have to walk to the end of this Earth. And then, I’m not so sure I’ll have more answers than questions.