I come back once more with a realisation, the sort of realisation that only approaches you when you are not looking for it actively.

I was walking today, just for the sake of it without the need to get anywhere and I noticed within myself the need to go slower and slower till the point that I felt that I was within the grasp of the world. Where reality could experience me instead of me experiencing it.

And I felt different, I have been feeling like this a lot lately. Not a difference in emotion but a difference in state. Almost like a new way to breathe and think. I fall into this state only when I walk slowly and without care.

In this state my body feels every step and every granule of the path, a million tiny cracks that still feel like a whole and my mind feels like it has nothing to think about and care for. I feel grounded and weightless at the same time while my breath slows down to almost nothing.

Everything becomes nothing, except the wind. The wind still feels real in this slowness.

Being in this state made me realise that slowness is freedom, a sort of freedom that cannot be achieved by doing anything. In fact quite the opposite of that.