Slowing down

I've always been one who walks fast and likes to do so. Sometimes so fast that I leave people half my age lagging behind (when they should be walking faster than me). How I got habituated into walking fast - I have no inkling.

These days though I find myself slowly down. Deliberately? Consciously? or unknowingly? I think it's a combination of everything. Or perhaps it's because of the travels I've clocked over the past 2 years, which has taught me to slow down, like what they say 'take time to smell the roses'. And roses indeed I have taken time, not to smell, but to capture their beauty in photography.

Which makes me convinced picking up photography has somehow lulled me into a lower gear. The patience needed to capture a good photo, the keen & alert eye required to spot potentially good pictures out of nothing - all that has led to a slower pace, a pace I kinda enjoy.

The part I try to deny though is perhaps my once-more-vibrant bones & feet are finally pleading for me to slow down. These legs were once able to throng the streets of Hongkong and Bangkok's Chatuchak for the entire day till past midnight without a murmur or complaint. But on one of my trips 1-2 years back (?), I realised the once-present walking prowess might have diminished. After half a day shopping, I just had to stop.

In any case, whether fast, slow or moderate, I will keep walking, like the women of Lunarsee. And maybe it can help me combat the flab & fats like how walking helped Monica Seles slim down.

I present two quotes in ending:

Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk. ~Raymond Inmon

A man named Soren Kierkegaard once said: Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. May I add - P/S: ~ What more when you walk with Jesus ~