A Shallow Kayak to the Consciousness

   

     Unfathomable to some, love is the best in everything. But once one has realized that love's unavailability is a hindrance to one's best success, they turn to other things. In my case, turning to traveling is, or can be, by far, the most interesting yet.

   With the help of the internet, and certainly without the help of the deterrent facebook, I seek to purgate my body and my mind of toxins and the delusions and the stress that the past months have brought about. I am willing to be gentle and pure to my own body, because it has been through a lot of things unimaginable. With a little struggle and a little suffering from the long hours of travel, my body will recover its own body clock, be a little tough and strong and certainly get pleasure from the meetings with lovely people around the world.

     Up to now, I still haven't made up my mind if I want somebody with me, or not. Sometimes, I guess it's just necessary to travel alone. And it's not so bad to be with a friend as well. But being with a friend can sometimes limit you, in some way I still couldn't understand yet.

    I only have three goals in traveling, one is to know my own culture. Though being a Filipino means having such a complex diversified culture, it may seem hard to understand history and those languages that seem to change every kilometer you travel. To make things easy and simple for you, it all roots down to respect. Respect that things became like this, and people are simply just like that. It's all respect.

   Secondly, to be able to see the Philippines in a different way. Because in all honesty, I'm sick and tired of seeing the same places again and again. Give yourselves a break, work hard and travel. The Philippines is a multifaceted country, it is also one of the most friendliest countries in my own opinion. And there is this fear inside a womb that slowly hunts me, that if I ever went to another country with cold people in it, I might slowly become cold. Which is what I fear.

     Thirdly, when I become familiar with my own culture, I can now be able to be proud of it. Be convinced of my own country's beauty, to be able to reflect on it. To promote it and be able to save it from the damage of those God-forsaken Political leaders.. I believe when we understand our own culture, we can save it as well. (Though I hope that a little idealism may still remain after all the traveling.)

   In all aspects, love can never be forgotten in the travels we wish to take. It's just all directed to a beautiful mountain, and unforgettable winding roads, or to those people on the buses you wish to have a chat with.