Walk: A Place That Doesn't Exist

Today, I walked.

Supposedly, there is a store in Arcadia. But once there, there was no store by the name that I was looking for.

Supposedly, most people would be sad, angry, or disappointed after walking and jogging for 90 minutes. But once there, I have been relieved of another expectation.

Supposedly, people cannot help but to avoid pain and seek pursue pleasure. But once there, I found neither are likable or unpleasant. Neither could give me peace. Neither can comfort my eventual departure. Neither truly last in encouraging myself to continue.

I had mistook meaningful with desirability, like so many. At this point, I think it is the meaningful events of life that helps me understand that leaving, like coming, is another experience of living -- another meaningful event.