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I believe that earlier today I came to some sort of insight. I was walking home from my grandma’s place, it’s a 30 minute walk, or a short bus ride. I usually take the bus there, and then use my feet to get home. Depending on the allotted time of course.

As I was crossing Kungsbron, for the probably 1003rd time (after-all, Stockholm is only that big), I was thinking about the fact that I felt at peace.
All day today, I was feeling rather down, this was due to it’s reasons, some of which being the upcoming exams, but not all by a long shot. Today is not really an exception, but when I am not feeling down, I still have trouble relaxing.
Yet, as I was crossing the bridge, looking out over the water, the beautiful nature, the roads and the train tracks, I felt at peace. As my feet carried me over the pavement I had no worries, except maybe the wind that was a bit chilly.

This was far from a new sensation, I have experienced it many times, when I walked other streets of Stockholm, or other towns in other countries. Best achieved when few people are near, although that is not an absolute condition.

I started thinking about what this meant, a thought that always brings me back to the question of my destiny, or, my goals in life.
Now you might think that the whole “peace” suddenly vanished as I pondered the meaning of life and my future, yet, before I even finished crossing the bridge, the thoughts disappeared and I was once again concerned only with the occasional course corrections to avoid unsuspecting pedestrians.

During that short time, among other things, I remembered my time in Japan. A time I spent mostly wondering about, or sitting on trains. I went to very few tourist attractions or bars or places, mostly I just wandered. There were of course diversions, especially when I hooked up with other travelers, but in essence, even with other travelers, my mission was mostly walking. Looking back on this passage, I believe I might be reconstructing events to fit the discussion, so maybe not too much attention should be payed to this.
However the fruit of that thought remains, my mind feels most at peace when I walk the streets, in those instances I feel strong, both physically and mentally, unburdened by the reality that awaits at the end of the journey. Perhaps this is my way of meditating.
To add more fuel to the fire, I have been able to achieve this state with other people present. Although this is generally more difficult, and requires a level of trust, or some other constant, in order for me to let go of this world of flesh.

All I have are more questions. I’ve established that walking, preferably alone, preferably in quiet surroundings, better yet in a quiet city, allows me to free my mind from all the thoughts that occupy it at all other times. To meditate in a sense.
Then there is also plenty of discussion to be had where my normal thinking patterns are concerned. People often point out to me that I think/worry about too much useless crap, and that I should take it easy. A point with which I tend to agree more often then not.

What does this all mean? How does my over-thinking tie in with my Empty Mind while walking? Does it have deeper meaning or am I just fishing for The Ultimate Question?