Walking

by Henry David Thoreau

He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all;

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If you are ready to leave father and mother, and brother and sister, and wife and child and friends, and never see them again—if you have paid your debts, and made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free man—then you are ready for a walk.

Revisit

some walks which they took ten years ago, in which they were so blessed as to lose themselves for half an hour in the woods;

I’ve been here.

When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them—as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon—I think that they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago.

We were meant to walk. As humans. We were meant to move. This is why we get to the point of having clearer and happier minds when we do so.

What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?

Awareness.

To enjoy a thing exclusively is commonly to exclude yourself from the true enjoyment of it.

Real. Although, my spots are more to protect my friends than anything.

Hebrew;

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