I take baseless pride in walking better than most of my peers, the skill to walk from and to certain points in the most efficient manner, the ability to choose the most interesting and entertaining paths.

I thought I was special, my legs were special, but what’s special about doing something anyone can copy?

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Absolutely nothing.

My pride is directed into the simple act of walking because there isn’t anything else to direct it to. Pride might be a deadly sin, but a man with no pride is no living man.

Should I stop walking then?

No. It’s something anyone can do and can’t live without doing; I’ll just be the blind man with the most beautiful eyes.