11 Miles; One Prayer

I have this thing where I like to walk. I don't have really too many professional or career aspirations or goals. However, I do have a few personal aspirations, and one of them is to walk a lot. So I got done with my business up in Harlem on Saturday and since the sun one was out and shining warm, I decided to walk. And I walked down through the Park, and at times the hills got me winded which at a solid ripe age of twenty-seven is not but actually embarrassing. And after my quasi-nature stroll, I made my way down through the urban jungle that is midtown. That was quick and memory filled. I paused in Union Square and watched some dogs, then did a movie and then dinner. And after that, I thought to myself, I should keep going, and so I did. I walked home. Now through a rough estimate thanks to the help of HopStop, I calculate the distance of my walk at a solid 11.44 miles. Now on this 11 mile walk there was one thing that was missing; an earful of Bieber.

I wonder now if any sort of fault ripple happened near me, would I lose my life? Would the most amazing city I've ever known be so easily crippled and destroyed with thousands of lives, within seconds, minutes, hours, destroyed? Would there be people spreading ideas and rhetoric through multiple different channels saying that I deserved it or this city deserved it because we were comfortable in our hedonism? Would there be people saying that God or Nature or the two colluded in the judgement of place and people? 11 miles in one day, and thousands upon thousands of lives in a few days.

I don't say the word pray often anymore. But I pray for Japan and all the people living there.


Without Relent,
Peace
Remoy