To walk or not to walk

To most people, I’m just another face in the crowd, someone they recognise only as a stranger—someone they don’t need to forget because they never remember.

The question itself was a rather simple one. Although I had already been walking for quite some time, I was thinking about the very question of whether to walk or not to walk. If I pursued the first option, it would take around an hour to get home. And if the second one, depending on when and where I caught the bus, the ride itself would last around fifteen minutes or so. People mistake walking as a hobby of mine. And while it is true that I do walk a lot, I am not particularly fond of walking. To be fair, I don’t dislike it either. It just happens to be the default option that I find agreeable.