Wonderwalk

Life is a walk. And love is a marathon.

"Life is a walk." This is actually a little cliche, but it's true. Everyday is a walk, and we take different sorts of roads everytime. Wherever we are heading to, only we know. It's a personal call. But the thing is, we are always on a walk to somewhere. Even without using our feet.

And walking is learning and discovering. Along the way are sights and sounds that tell you stories, lessons and beautiful things. The best part about walking is not getting somewhere, but the walking itself. Every step you take is freedom to move. Freedom to be, or become. The rhythm of your steps energizes you, and fills you in with passion as your feet do the incredible job. Every ounce of air that you take in is an idea rushing through your brain, a potential strand of a beautiful story.

I actually love to walk. I love strolling around nice places, like beaches and parks, and I walk as if I'm in the movies. NO, just kidding. *wink.
I walk while introspecting, taking in all the good things and cherishing all the good sights. My friends would always tease me for being a slow walker. I remember during field trips and/or out-of-town seminars, I always get behind the pack. And teachers always hated me for that. One time, I was eight then, I got lost in SM because my mom and her office mate Jessel were walking so fast, and I lost sight of them. I was panicking and crying, until a stranger saw me and dropped me off the Information Area. My mom was paged. At least I was only eight that time. I didn't know yet that was embarrassing.

Up until today, I walk like every step is to cherish. And I appreciate every person I get to walk with, especially those slow, long walks with good conversations.

Life is a walk, and the road is full of surprises. Unexpectedly, along the humdrum routines and familiar things, something would just pop up your way all of a sudden, like a genie in a bottle and make all your fantasies come true. The road will turn into a bunch of fluffy clouds, and bright rainbows would hang overhead. You find yourself grasping for breath in thrill and excitement, and everything around is a blur. All you see is magic. This is when the marathon begins.

You hop right in without so much thinking, and find yourself moving on the fast lane. But you don't mind. 'Cause me, I didn't.
And when you start to not mind as if nothing else matters but what is here and now, and you start to think you found reason for life and everything, and you feel that the long hard walk is worth it, and that everything does make sense, you know you have bumped into love. The best discovery there is.

It's a phenomenon. It is life-changing. It turns you into huge strong planet, and makes you feel like you couldn't ask for anything more. It's the strongest feeling, the most mind boggling, the most beautiful. That is why countless stories go about love everyday.

Now here's the bad news. Love is a marathon. The arched rainbows would make you roll downhill so fast, until the show's over, and the fluffy clouds are gone. No more rainbows and butterflies. And you're on the cold hard ground, at the foot of a stranger, asking for love to come back. And that's the time you realize that it had all been on the fast lane, that it had been a marathon. It ended so fast.
You'd be asking for playbacks and slower versions of the happy scenes, and find that there's not a rewind button at all. And all you got is the "play" button, and the walk keeps on.

Life goes on. The marathon hits the finish line. And from a strong huge planet you've been to a million tiny grains of sand, you hit the open road again. What a wonderwalk.