evolution

Evolution is fact. I know it beyond a shadow of doubt now.

To grow and to change, to improve to adapt to our surroundings (after we attempt to make them change to adapt to us), it is only natural.

I can feel my own personal evolution, as I mentally map my physical and spiritual journey across the decades. The change I can feel at the tip of my nerve endings each day, that should be proof enough of a personal evolutionary process that governs our lives?

Yesterday, I would have risen to this bait. Today, I am immune to it, the part of my brain that made every casual challenge a matter of life and death is gone.

I am renewed and surpass my own shadow every day. Is this not evolving?

the walker

When you’re walking, the city pulses beneath you. As your feet (separated from the rough stones that make up the pavement only by a thin layer of cowhide that passes for women’s shoes) steadily chew up feet after feet of distance, you can feel the energy of the world at large slowly enveloping you. 

If you walk long enough… you become one with the city and fear becomes irrelevant.

Others, as you know, will not understand the urge to walk. Once accustomed to vehicles that get you from point A to point B at your pace, often within minutes, spoil us, give us theillusion of safety. When you are a part of the streets, you do not these security because you have no possessions. 

When you walk, you are forced to move at the pace of the city. You can no longer barge through a tide of people, you must bend, circumvent, move in less than the path desired because you are now one cell in a much larger organism and you walk accordingly.

Thus, I walk. I am a faceless dot in the larger canvas of the population. As a dot, I take the time to register other fellow dots making their way through the same path. Each one has a strange story to tell and I only wish I could hear them all.