"Your task is to walk," answered the grandmother. A still body limits itself, a moving body expands, becomes part of the whole, but you have to know how to walk lightly, without heavy loads. Walking fills us with energy and transforms us to be able to look at the secret of things. Walking turns us into butterflies that rise and truly see what the world is. What life is. What our body is. It is the eternity of consciousness. It is the understanding of all things. That's god in us, but if you want, you can sit there and turn to stone.
by Laura Esquivel
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The grandmother's words highlight the importance of movement in life. She suggests that walking not only expands our physical being but also enhances our connection with the world around us. By walking lightly and without burdens, we open ourselves to new experiences and perspectives that can enrich our understanding of existence. This transformation allows us to perceive the essence of life, our bodies, and our consciousness more fully.

Walking is portrayed as a metaphor for personal growth and spiritual awakening. It symbolizes the journey toward enlightenment and awareness, where we can see the deeper truths of life. The comparison to butterflies suggests a metamorphosis, encouraging individuals to choose movement over stagnation. The act of walking represents a conscious choice to embrace life's possibilities, reflecting the divine aspect within us. Conversely, choosing to remain static leads to a loss of vitality and insight.

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