I have purchased a GPS so that I don’t get lost when I go trekking on my own. Now I could actually record the history of my feet. I imagine what would be if I had been recording it since I was born. I would have the track of all the places I have ever been: on my way to school, the playgrounds, visits to grandpa’s,
the places where we went on holidays,
the mountains I climbed.
On the whole, the track of life is like a big game of Goose where we progress from one space to the next one, sometimes slowly, sometimes a hard penalty, or a nice unexpected gift.