Steps of Life
When I
was working, I didn’t realize that simply commuting on foot and by train meant
I was walking about 6,000 steps each day—enough to count as moderate exercise.
After retirement, however, I began walking mainly for health, this time without
a specific destination. Good weather helps, but on a scorching midsummer
morning when the temperature climbs past 30 degrees Celsius, 3,000 steps feel
like my limit, and I sometimes consider skipping my walk. At such moments, I
look back and realize that my daily commute had forced me to walk, and that
habit quietly supported my health. In my late 50s, I often saw elderly people
enjoying their morning walks while I rushed to work, and I envied their
freedom. Now that I am one of them, I find myself envying those who stride
briskly toward their offices. Perhaps this constant sense that the grass is
greener on the other side is a human weakness—but it is also a charming trait.
Either way, walking remains essential for maintaining independence, so I will
continue to walk, step by step.