Hello, this is Ditto.

When our thoughts are tangled like a skein of thread and refuse to unravel, we often sit down and clutch our heads. But in those moments, what saves us is not a stationary head, but two feet stepping outside.
The philosopher Kierkegaard praised walking, leaving us with these words:
"I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it."
Walking is humanity's oldest and greatest form of meditation. When we walk, focusing on the grounding, heavy sensation of our soles fully touching the earth, the buzzing noise in our heads gradually subsides, and our breathing finds its proper rhythm.
This is different from the steps we take to achieve something or to arrive somewhere quickly. This is time spent walking solely for the sake of walking. The act of walking while feeling the song of insects and the texture of the wind on your skin restores your unique, innate rhythm, which had been lost to the sweeping pace of the world.
Is your stride currently forced to match the speed of the world, or is it in sync with the beating of your heart?

[Today's Poem]

The Road / Shin Kyeong-nim

People think they made the road,
But the road does not meekly follow the will of people.
While leading people on, it will suddenly
Leave them stranded before a cliff,
Or purposely sever its own waist in a great flood,
Forcing people to abandon it.
People do not realize that all this is not the will of people,
But the will of the road...
When the road calls people outside,
Showing them all sorts of places and all kinds of human lives,
They say it is to teach them the ways of the world.
And so they believe the road's purpose lies only there,
Unaware that the road leads people from the outside in,
Making them look deeply into themselves.

Today, how about granting yourself a brief walk with no destination?
Those quiet moments when your two feet touch the ground might just become a great prayer that wholly restores you.

I wish you peaceful steps.

This was Ditto.