The Forest Where the Wind Stays – Whispers of Willows in the City

While walking on gray blocks, I realized—what matters more than the destination is how I'm walking through life.

One day, it was just an ordinary walk.

The sky was average, the air was simply fine.

As I walked, staring at my toes, it suddenly hit me—

Ah, I’m still moving forward.

The paving stones were calm gray,

and a dark line cut through the middle.

It seemed like a boundary,

or perhaps just a decoration with no meaning.

A white sneaker gently steps over it.

Heading somewhere,

but the destination didn’t matter.

Walking itself was the meaning.

People often ask, “Where are you going?”

But I prefer, “How are you going?”

Slowing down, looking around,

I’m learning how to find the road I truly want.

The road always tells us something.

Maybe it’s saying don’t stop,

or maybe, take it slow,

or perhaps, walk without thinking at all.

Today, I follow the texture of the blocks.

I step onto the solid path,

sometimes misaligned,

sometimes falling perfectly into rhythm.

And my heart feels lighter.

Even without anyone cheering me on,

I can trust myself to take each step.

Just like this gray road under my sneakers,

I’ll believe in my own quiet strength.

So I keep walking today as well.

Finding meaning

on a seemingly meaningless path.