It is quite possible to refuse all the complexity and triviality that’s happening around you, to simply, walk away. Early one morning, any morning, any time of the day really, to set out, with the least possible baggage, for a walk. What you take with you, what you leave behind, are of less importance than what you will discover along the way.

‘Do not lose your desire to walk…I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.’ – Soren Kierkegaard

There are walks in which we tread in the footsteps of others, walks on which we strike out entirely for ourselves. They are equally important, and unimportant.

To be completely lost is a good thing on a walk. Getting lost is more of a matter of identity than geography: a desire to become no one and anyone, to shake off the ideas that remind you who you are, who others think you are.

You see things that you will never see, unless you walk to them. You will find out things you have never known about your companion during the course of a walk, and that companion can very well be yourself. It is oddly like, any love songs that you devote to the one you love, it is also most fitting, when you dedicate it for yourself. (ahhh, what better song to sing for yourself, than Ray Charles’ A Song For You?)

There are walks on which I lose myself, walks which return me to myself again.

Walking out, I found, is really walking in.

Come join me, in a walk that doesn’t imply a destination, that delights even when discovering a dead end, that completes at every point along the way, a walk that walks you back to you.

Love the idea? When shall we begin?