Walk. I do not know, just walk.

As Søren Kierkegaard said

Do not on any account cease to take pleasure in walking: I walk every day to preserve my well-being, and walk away from every sickness; I have walked my best thoughts into existence, and I know of no thought so heavy that one cannot walk away from it ¹.

~ Taken from Søren Kierkegaard letter to his sister-in-law, Henriette Kierkegaard

I take my body to a real world. Beyond my comfortable room with air conditioner and familiar atmosphere. It's hot, humid, noisy, and stank in Yogyakarta. However, I found myself thinking while I step my foot (not really). Riding my motorcycle from point A to point Z, a spark ignited in my machine of reasoning. A sudden stupid question arise when I saw a street musician play his harmonica. Question asked to this world (and to myself) about old friends in my not-so-forgotten hometown. Then somehow, an idea arose and asked to be written so its not lose in time. A simple request from an abstract being to be untimed in a real world. Hence, here I am writing this blog to fulfil a small plea.

Walk. I don't know, just walk.

~ A random idea appear in a crowded city

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