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I long for my aimless walks. Back in the days, i would go to my favorite places-- past high school, college, umfamiliar malls-- and just walk around. I do not really have any particular thing to buy or person to meet up with. I miss having that purpose despite having no particular destination. More often than not, I am where I am supposed to be-- even if the destination seems far out of sight. I am just thankful to be able to keep walking forward, aimlessly.
I used to go to Megamall in Mandaluyong during my yesteryears. Two decades ago, there was only a handful of malls in the Metro. Megamall was a household name in our family. I always had that childlike awe and excitement whenever I entered the building. I felt so small, and megamall seemed like the world to me in its entirety.
I remember traversing Mall A to Mall B, a long walk back then. I was young then, a little naive of what life has in store for me. Slowly, small steps cast on the ceramic flooring of the building moved me from Building A to Building B- looking for toys, or a good ice cream store.
Fastfoward to a few years later, I felt a little different. I went back yesterday from point A to point B. The path was the same but the stalls were different. New shops, new restaurants and new people. There I was making rather giant strides to reach point A to point B. Maybe, I was too preoccupied with the great big unknown that I am about to face. The walk seemed faster now. Did I walk faster? Were my steps bigger than my younger self? Yes and yes.
Last night, I told one of my close friends how scared I am of the future. I am so scared of going out of my comfort zone. I am afraid of having to traverse point A to point B, again. This time, from hospital to the outside world. I am afraid of making giant strides in life, probably because I do not really know where I am going.
Ah, maybe I’ll just take it one stride at a time. Rather, one small step at a time. Time to go back to that young little boy wearing that old cape of awe, wonder, hope and excitement, ready to fly on to the other side.