My morning walks

 In high school, I maintained my sanity by walking 45 minutes to school. People wondered what I was thinking about, “What is wrong?” They asked. I shrugged my shoulders and say in response “nothing.” Actually, I really didn’t have a problem walking to school. It was rather nice. The hour just before sunrise was peaceful. The sidewalks were empty and no cars were on the street. I had ample time to think without being distracted by people’s constants demands. This was the time I owned and my time to reflect, hope and dream. My family demanded that I started taking the school bus but I wasn’t giving the time God gave me as a gift. I refuse to take the bus even if I had money because I wasn’t in a rush to get to my destination. Usually when I arrived, I was taunted, yelled and screamed at. My walks were my time before I was at the disposal of others. This was the slice of pie I tasted everyday. I gathered my thoughts and collect some inner peace.


I am an old man now (Well older, 27) and I realized that I have the power to create an environment that I wish to live in. I have the choice to have live in an environment where my needs are met and Yes, I still have the option of taking long walks. I’ll never give that part of my life. It is where I’m restored and grow. It is where I come with idea and my hopes for the future.