“Chronicles of Walking”

We all walk but in circles. We are born, we have a life and we die, most of the times leaving predecessors to enact this chronicle through their own means but with the same end. Million of years before the first manifestation of life appeared on Earth, and circles nothing but cyclic existence through all sorts of adaptations. Some cycles persist for a million years, other perish, but in turn we all come back to the origin.

I look around, the desert intimidates me to elaborate upon my testimonies. Eagerly to collaborate my pets approach me, mewing and drooling in symbol of their wander about my wonders. Our pets, the closer wild beings in our domestic lives are four legged creatures who balance their existence with their long tails. Vivaz, our cat has a territory which seams to be pretty extensive. In his portrait, he shares chronicles related with roaming around the house to protect possessions. His routes have all angles on inclination, vertical ascension and fall seam to be his favorite movements while climbing trees.

Vivaz departs every morning from the same spot and arrives home when the day is done. He will spend the intense heat hours under a shade, eventually he hunts for pleasure, bring along offers to his masters, including life lizards and mice. A cat’s walk is aided by his whiskers orienting devises and his glands of scented hormones for territorial marking.

Newton’s chronicles will be as different from the cat’s as day and night. His spirit of exploration ended with puppy hood. Newton’s daily motives to roam around are few, but his route obeys the same pattern: a circle.

It is amazing to see the trace he has created with his walking behavior. The yard’s soil is a testimony of Newton’s playful chasing pattern round and round the Palo Verde tree. Oh! he stops all of a sudden and posses for the caption. I have now a still picture of a playful friend.

Now it is my turn to analyze my walk and I can do it as a metaphor, but want it to begin and end in the same way I angled my pet friend’s justification and rationale. My walk in life has followed a circle pattern. I get the message from them, we will divert the purpose of our route but the destination and departure points. Either chasing, resting, protecting, leavening traces or not, the chronicles of our walk are mere sections in the marathon of evolution and survival. By acknowledging we arrive to the port of departure, there is no road the chronicles of our destiny should refer to the way we made the path for others to chose.