walking today
Some days the walk seems to do itself. Like I just go along for the ride. Today ended up cooler out when I started. I had felt kinda tired but not new I had the morning Noi coffee and a croissant, I got to this point on some street where the roads went off in a few directions. I had walked one before but I picked it again. Each time in the rural side of Siem Reap seems the first. Like my steps never touched those concrete and dirt roads. The kids running by a fist bumping and saying hello. I feel this kind of timelessness about it. Like the morning held its breath for me. Let me decide when to take another.
It’s this freedom I always think. This feeling of just going. Part of it is never measuring or achieving some ridiculous step count. Like exactly what is 10,000 steps going to do for me. What will it give me if I do more. Or less. Who is there to say. Like timing yoga. Is there some metric to me doing 30 minutes? Some malevolent and benevolent spirit that damns and blesses me whatever I do.
No. There is not. I always think of the bayon smile. That effortless and mysterious indifference yet happiness. Like it says,
do as you will bong. Your efforts aren’t measured. No one judges.
So I just go
And the going means I see all the same just different. Those steps will make me happy and sad. Find peace. Then I’ll go home. And yet another reality envelops me. It’s the walking. It’s just all.
What happens when all is really little? When I look around at others with their cars and motorcycles and homes and just want the steps like today more. I know.
Life with less is more and life with more means little.