At Peace

I walked down the street the other day, going about some errands. After some time, I realized that I was strolling with hands clasped behind my back. I couldn't help but smile. Have I unlocked another level? I chuckled to myself. Have you ever found yourself doing the same? It's usually something I see older folk do, almost as if they have finally found a way to be content with the journey that they are on—letting their feet find their way while their hands find comfort in the rhythm of their steps. --- We all have our own journeys, and with that, our own stories, the ones we wrote ourselves, the ones others have written about us, and the remnants of those passed down to us by others. ...View all