Feet

Alright, so I'm honestly not sure why. Much of what I could write right now is largely the same as I've written in the past couple of days--both the happy and the sad, the ups and the downs. So I don't know that that's very much worth repeating, and a couple of other things with both myself and other people are still unfolding, so I'll keep that out of this particular post.

But for some strange reason that I really don't know, I thought about feet for a solid couple of minutes today. And it seems almost random, and I really don't know why, but I did...so now I figured I might as well write about them. Just in case, I'll put in the disclaimer that I do not have a foot fetish or anything of the sort...I was just thinking about feet today, strange as that may be.

Feet. They're such interesting parts of our anatomy. On the one hand, they are extremely tough. They support our weight. They carry us through each and every day. Our feet are the base, the foundation--they take the pain, the burden, the roughness of everything we put our bodies through. Feet carry us through our lives, hold us up, take all of those beatings and the abuse of getting through life.

But on the other hand, they are so delicate, so gentle. All of those elegant curves, those supple indentations and soft patches of skin. Every toe follows a different line, the arch establishes its own sensitive domain. Veins running down by tendons, each motion outlined and accented by delicate structure and smooth lines.

This duality, this contrast, this uncertain interaction between two extremes...and it's all found in the feet. And even through all that, between both the hardship and the beauty, we never really seem to notice them. They serve their purpose and nothing more. Yet sometimes we have those brief moments, those spaces of time when we just look down and realize the sheer complexity and grace of these appendages.

So I'm not really sure why. But today was one of those days when I looked down at my feet, and I just realized the role they play in everyday life. That, and at the same time, I noticed just how much they're worth, just how sensitive and fragile, delicate and fascinating they can be. This is by far one of the stranger posts I've ever written, but at the same time, this brief epiphany interested me sufficiently. I guess that's what this is in the end.