🦶 Walking barefoot is an act of childhood and war.
It's trusting the Earth, and challenging it at the same time.
The skin touches the dust, the thorns, the truth.
The feet, prisoners of rubber and asphalt, become wild again.
Each step is a prayer to the ground, a question to the sky:
“Do you remember what it was like to be alive without filters?”
Walking barefoot is not just freedom.
It's vulnerability offered in sacrifice.
It's accepting that life scratches, but also that every scratch teaches us to feel better.