Technically, walking is no different than sitting. It all feels the same, in a magical, yet graspable way that connects people to their most hated version self: the always agreeable state of living. To the many that gives up on disagreeing, I mock unapologetically. My eyes are watery from miserable state of others as my palms sweat uncontrollably- from realizing how little the difference mine was to another, I see no difference. Slowly, witnessing, strangle hold pride has on me.