My Shoes

My shoes are my shoes. I walk in them and time shows the pattern etched inside. I walk and walk. Sometimes my walking is in vain as I can’t accomplish what I planned. Sometimes my walking is my joy because of where these shoes have taken me. These shoes can tell a story. They can tell you the story of my life. It can be a joy-filled story or a story of pain and sadness. It can be a story of adventure or of simply a walk in my neighborhood. I can also get out of my shoes from time to time and then there would be gaps in the story they can tell. My shoes can rest and yet still transport me to another time as they sit back, take a break, and let my mind wander instead of my feet. 

What if I change my shoes, then what?! Shoes can tell of different occasions. They can tell of life experiences. They can tell of the fabric of life. The intertwining of life. The people of life. 

But, it’s the everyday shoes that have the real story to tell. The shoes that take you everywhere and know everything. The shoes that you can rely on. They steady you and support you in all you do.