Letting go, going weee!-A A +A
Saturday, October 12, 2013
I’VE been with friends who can drop anything at a promise of adventure. That’s how we have always been.
“I’m going to… Join?” That’s how our invitations are exchanged. The only question that is asked is, is that overnight or just a day-trip?
The answer will be enough to determine what we will bring. The details usually just fall in place. Admittedly, there are times when we’d go hungry as the route we thought we would take isn’t the route taken.
This happened once on a day trip with my buddies. We were all under the belief that we were passing by the highway, where food abound. We didn’t. Rather, the route was through a less travelled road, with lesser people, and no food in sight.
We shared a salad and chugged down wine. Yes, we sometimes forget food, but wine is rarely left behind. The reason: food we can buy anywhere; wine, we need a good wine shop to get our fix. Thus, first on our things to pack are bottles of wine. Where I know there will be cooking implements, I just throw in herbs and spices, some pasta and fresh tomatoes, and know these will already carry us over to the next day.
One time, I just said yes without realizing the trip will be very long, on horseback; and that we were going to spend the night in the roughest sleeping quarters with no proper toilet nor bathing area. I slept smelling like my horse, and went home, smelling worse because by then, I was already wearing two days worth of sweat from a half a day’s horseback ride under the hot morning till noon sun, both ways, and yes, with not even an electric fan to lull me to sleep. That was one time when I fully appreciated living all by myself complete with a high concrete almost impenetrable fence all around because upon arrival, I didn’t even wait to enter the house to remove my clothes. Yes. It was that stinky, I couldn’t imagine bringing those clothes inside.
I was spoiled that way. Very few questions asked, just pack up and go. There may be times when the worst await, but there will never be any regret. Just a shrug of the shoulders and a carefree laugh.
On a weekend escape, only one regular travel friend was available, thus I was in the company of good friends whom I’ve never travelled with, our style. Stress.
With them I realized that one must know where we are heading, how the accommodations look like, and what food will be prepared. One even asked if there was aircon. I was like, oh.
I’m learning, fast. I guess that should go with making a lot of friends while keeping a few very close ones at my beck and call for adventures.
I’m also not regretting.
The past weeks have been stressful, very stressful, as many colleagues needed some heart-rending guidance. I guess I was at my best because life seemed better after the worst of the tears and anger have been let out. But that left me drained and longing for the sense of freedom that fresh air brings.
Problems only become complicated when left to fester.
And yes, angels in the form of real people hover around, among them, people who think like me but are more convincing in delivering their message.
“You want to be rich?” my new buddy asked a group of young colleagues, “change your words.”
The language of the poor, he said, is comprised of pait-pait, guol, kalisud, words that are not even in the vocabulary of the rich. That fit right into my belief that it is one’s thoughts that define one’s being, but is was more graphic and I’m just glad he put it that way. Big thanks, dear!!!!
Speak angry words, and the world will be angry at you. Speak words of despair and the world will despair with you. But be awed at everything around you, and the world will stand in awe with you. Facebook statuses included.
More than a week after tackling one major, life-changing problem of a colleague, what used to be like a dead-end life has taken on a new sparkle, complete with exciting glimmers of hope. Thus, I wrote: Sometimes, all it takes is to show someone a way out and everything else will fall into place. That is because, in a room full of smoke, you get blinded and can hardly breath. By just opening a window, or what may appear like a window, the air clears out, and vision is restored; the vision toward a better future.
In the meantime, I romp off to my special friends’ paradise and see the world with eyes unencumbered by smoke, grit, and what others call their life. firstname.lastname@example.org
Published in the Sun.Star Davao newspaper on October 13, 2013.