About Walking

"I love walking!" I said proudly one day to a friend. Fethi Paşa used to be a habit I would brag about, a safe haven where I could be myself, where the walls simple would dissapear at my presence. 

It's been more than 2 months since I last visited this place, since that day I lost the sense of flexing one of my legs properly. Or the sense of how to walk downhill without my heart racing, afraid of a three second slip which changes life's perspective, perhaps, forever.

 

I never realized just how deep my love was for this place and for this blessing that God gave me; the ability to walk without thinking. Perhaps I needed that break. Perhaps getting used to something is not exactly something to be proud of.

Because today, when I finally reached the same favorite spot again, it was as if a newly discovered treasure unfolded in front of my eyes. I loved everything about it, including the new struggle I had to endure to get there.  Every step was so valuable I would not trade it for the world.