Walk The Line
I never walked much when I lived in America. Like most Americans, I drove everywhere. Walking was simply something you did between parking lots and buildings. I never thought of it as meaningful. It certainly never felt philosophical. But Korea changed that for me. Somewhere over the years, walking stopped being merely a way to get somewhere and became something closer to meditation. There were times when my mind felt crowded with worries, unfinished writing, loneliness, uncertainty about the future, or simply the quiet exhaustion that accumulates with age and life itself. And without really planning it, I would start walking. Sometimes for hours. More than once, I walked from downtown Daejeon all the way to Bomun Mountain and then climbed the mountain itself. By the time I reached the trails, something inside me had usually already begun to change. Walking has a strange effect on the mind. Thoughts that feel tangled while sitting still begin slowly untangling themselves thr...
