My walk seems far more forceful than that. I step forward when I mean to and pull my body into place behind the stride. One step follows the other and there is no sense of falling or of being out of control. I don’t just catch myself as I fall forward, but move as I choose to in spite of irrepressible force. Gravity gives me footing and advises me what direction I will fall should my knees buckle or my strength fail. As force, gravity is only input, not motivator.
Perhaps this is merely a shift in my perception - I can move forward without falling flat on my face. Maybe this is not an epiphany, but it did make me feel better.