You would be surprised how you can read people’s stories in their way of walking, in their way of standing.
Legs, not only carrying the physical weight of a human person, but also all the burdens, pains, sorrows, hesitations, contestations, and joy actually carries the soul. And the way one walks reveals the story behind, just like the subliminal texts of a movie.
Feet.. The way one stands on them, the way one touches the earth via them, holds one’s head high or as timid as a mouse. All the action one “step”s turns into reaction.
As heavy your burden is, the exhausted your soul carriers get in the end.
Isn’t it why we feel so light when we define ourselves as happy? Isn’t it the same feeling that we are on cloud nine when we fall in love?