Do you like walking?

I don’t suppose people hate walking; it’s a very human or even a very animal thing to do. We are born with limbs, and the most natural way to use them is to move our bodies with them.

I’m talking about whether you love walking, whether you like to take a walk for no apparent reason every once in a while. I think this could be a very good litmus test for whether or not a person is high maintenance or not. If you cannot get a taxi or want to go somewhere but don’t have a vehicle, would you shrug your shoulders and take a walk or sit and complain?

A high maintenance person plays the victim, is needy, complains and is consumed by appearances. A person who prefers walking or takes one often without any reason sounds opposite of being high maintenance.

A person preferring a walk to a ride will probably have a better perspective on life in general - this is my personal belief. For one, they’re more attached to the ground and not far removed from the reality of things. Second, when you’re walking, you look at way more things and see them slowly compared to zooming past them in a car. You look at people: people in a hurry, people talking, people smarter than you, poorer than you, people that look sad, people who walk timidly and people who walk as if they own the world. The more you see, the more your brain thinks. You hear things that you won’t have heard otherwise. You feel your pace quicken and slow based on what you’re thinking, seeing or hearing. If you’re a daydreamer, you will daydream in a car all the same, but while walking, you tend to daydream in the moment.

You see things vacationing on a motorcycle in a way that is completely different from any other. Iin a car you’re always in a compartment, and because you’re used to it you don’t realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV. You’re a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame.
- Zen and the Art of motorcycle maintenance.

Also, I believe talking to someone walking next to you takes a world of its own. The most open area of the world might just be a crowded footpath, and you almost have a bubble of privacy around you as you walk and talk to someone next to you. You don’t care if someone will hear what you’re talking about, nor is anyone else on the road. It’s as if we unanimously signed a contract not to hear and judge what people are talking about when walking down a street.

And the unparalleled intimacy of whispering something in the ear, maybe a dirty joke, maybe a personal shared memory. And putting your arm around your girl, feeling her next to you and ironically, both of you feeling the safety in the embrace. As if contentment isn’t something fictional after all.

If sitting is the new smoking, then maybe walking is the new living. I suppose it always was.

"The only thing I know is that I know nothing" - Socrates