Why I Keep Going Back

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Babuyan Islands: Dreams & Scribbles

Babuyan Claro: My Clear Dreams

Attention Islanders!

I usually dream about the next destination. Pack then arrive. Wander. Wonder.

Palawan's El Nido: My Sanctuary, Talikwas EcoLodge

It is always a good time to be back in a beautiful island. It will be short but I am certain to make it sweet. All I wanted to do is delight in every way and appreciate whatever comes my way.

And the best thing happens. It always does occur in my very spontaneous travels. That moment when you are not ready for anything that even the petty things become surprising. That feeling when that moment comes and you become amazed by the consequences. And that feeling when you know your spirit would like to stay behind. Linger more. And just be trapped.

I make myself vulnerable for bombshells of freedom when I travel. I make sure that I am prepared to be stunned. I sort of attract the good vibes and make myself feel self-assured that there will be a good thing that will emerge. 

Batanes Isles: The Day I Stripped

I would like to think that I was born free. I would like to think that I was made free. There is a scientific and a romantic illustration; and there is an evolution that only the heavens or the universe would know. For now, I would like to focus on freedom. And the feeling of being free.

Maybe, what caused me to even think of starting to scribble thoughts in my mind is the feeling of being prisoned by an indiscernible normality and scheme of things. When I felt that I can no longer move. That moment when I can no longer sense. Days when I am drowned with matters that I do not consider basic and important to even breathe a year longer. It is bizarre. But I am sure many experience the same way. And in times like this, I always imagine that hero in a movie who was riding a horse, ready to battle and shouted, “Freeeeeeee-doooom!”. Yes, Braveheart. I also picture myself riding a horse, by the chasm, viewing the sunrise in an island, and shouting the same word, “Free-dom!” Or another scene would be me, aboard a boat, in a vast open sea, with dolphins around, with not-so-big waves, and while approaching the island would yell, “Free-dom!” And another scene of me, on top of gorges, being swayed by really strong wind chills, and would dive from the cliff to a clear beach, uproaring “Free-dom!” Wherever you would like to visualize me in those scenes while I scream   “Free-dom” on top of my lungs, so be it.