20 October 2014
There was a time in my life when I only existed in darkness. Follow the light, people would tell me. And for some time, I spent my days chasing the sun. I even crossed oceans for it.
My pursuit of sunny days one day brought me to a gorgeous little island of Calaguas nestled at the edge of the Pacific. I knew I had come to the right place when after almost a half a day of voyage on both land and sea, the boat I was on finally hit the shore. The crystal waters and fine white sand that welcomed our fleet left me almost speechless.
14 September 2014
It happened just how all good things in life usually do—unexpectedly. A month ago, in the most unlikely of places, I crossed paths with a beautiful nomadic soul. Someone whose adventures and inspiring work I have long been a fan of. I wasn’t supposed to be there. Surely, I didn’t plan it. But that weekend I wandered away trying to find peace and healing, and instead I found her, and she found me. And that is how I know that everything in life is meant to be.
03 August 2014
It has been two years since I was in Hong Kong, but in this post, allow me to reminisce. Just recently, cleaning up my files, I unearthed this photo album of what was a very special trip. And well, I guess you all know what happens when you look at old photos. Nostalgia kicks in.
29 June 2014
Everyone else was leaving, but I wanted a few more minutes by myself to take everything in. I pushed my head back and floated, there, in the middle of the lagoon. The view towering over the waters was a surreal beauty you'd usually only see in films. The limestone cliffs of the small lagoon circled above me, clusters of green sprouted here and there through the rocks, the cloudy sky fixed at the center. Sunlight peeked every now and then into my face. “This is the life,” I said to myself. But I must have said it out loud because just as I did, a kayak passed by. A white guy was sitting on it, and he looked down at me with a smile and said: “Yes. It is.”
I laughed at my surprise and gave him a smile before I laid my head back on the waters again; back to my ruminations. I was right—even he knew that. Only a fool wouldn't realize this one palpable truth: this is the life.
08 June 2014
Puerto Galera, Philippines — Traveled many miles south, sitting alone on a bus which went down roads never have I seen before. When I see the ocean, I'll know I would be close, I would tell myself. And so I waited. Dozed off a bit, and then waited some more. After an hour or so, we came to an elevated road, and there it was. A few kilometers away, I could see a pristine vast of blue stretched ahead. My heart fluttered at the sight of it. It's funny because I'm a terrible swimmer, but I love the sea anyway.