Flight Delays and Life Realizations

I am writing this as I sit at the almost crowded airport waiting lounge. I am waiting for a flight that should have flown almost half an hour ago and is not expected to fly until three hours from now. This is supposedly the first day of an epic adventure but its started with an epic fail.

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As I sit here and look at the people around me, I can’t help but think how this is so much like life in general. No matter how much you plan and how much you prepare, there will be glitches and bumps along the way. You can sit back and accept it or you can choose to throw a tantrum and scream your heart out.

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At least I got this view.

But let’s face it. You can scream all you want but if that plane is not ready to take off, what can you do? Sometimes you just have to accept that some things are really beyond your control. Sometimes you have to accept that some things are not meant to take off yet. It’s just not the right time yet.

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That plane will fly when it’s ready. Just sit back and make the best out of it. Or get your money back.

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If Things Don’t Go as Planned

Right, the only reason why I am doing this ridiculous post is because a lot of people are worried that I might not come back alive from my vacation. I do not begrudge them of that, of course. They care, I get that. But I also have to go. I feel that I must do this and if I don’t, I may not have another chance to do it.

I’m going to a place that everyone knows is a bit unstable. I’m probably crazy. But I want to give that place a chance. I believe that there is beauty there, overshadowed by war and violence. I want to learn and understand. I want to experience the culture.

It is not my intention  to make anyone worry. In fact, I didn’t even think what people would say when I booked the ticket. I’m selfish, I know. I have to go. I must do this.

In case your fears become reality, know that my life went exactly the way I want it to. I wanted adventure, I wanted fun. Just make sure I get home.

27 is not a bad age to live and die. I may not have seen as much as I would want to but at this age, I am contented. It would suck if I die of course. I mean, I still want to see so many places and experience so many things. But when your time comes, there’s no bargaining.

IF I die on this trip, just think of it as an extended vacation for me. A vacation to a new world. A chance to discover new mysteries. A chance to go on a new adventure. And don’t call it a funeral. Call it, a send-off party. That’s sounds way more exciting.

I am however optmistic that I will come back alive. I just know it. You just can’t kill me off that easily. I will live a long and adventurous life and will eventually end up killing myself at the ripe old age of 50.
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I find it so funny that while everyone else is worried about my trip, the only thing I can think of is how am I going to swim in Malamawi? I don’t think swimsuit is allowed there. It’s a Moslem place afterall and I don’t want to disrespect their culture by wearing swimsuit nor cause anyone nightmares because I look hideous in swimsuit.

I say, chillax everyone. I’ll be back soon. If I don’t, consider this my last will and testament. Lol.

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In Review: 2015

It’s nice to look back and think of where I was a year ago and where I am now. Some things changed. Some things remained the same.

2015 was a year of adventures both big and small. It was a year of achievements, of wins and losses. It was a year of of heartbreaks and a year of tears and laughter. It was a sad year. It was a great year.

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2015 was a year of challenges. It was a year that stretched me to my limits, almost broke me and made me stronger. It was a year of self-discovery. It was a year of finding my inner strengths and weaknesses.

2015 broke my heart in so many ways. I lost my dog, who brought so much happiness in my life. I lost my friend who meant so much to me. I lost my heart to someone I trusted so much and ended up breaking my heart into a thousand pieces.

2015 was a year of adventures. I celebrated my birthday in Sagada, went caving and waterfalls chasing in Cebu. I camped under the stars. I woke up to a view I will forever cherish.

2015 was a year of challenges. I accepted a new role and met new challenges. In every aspect of my life there were challenges. There were moments when all I could do is lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and hope it falls on me so I don’t have to face anything. It didn’t and I’m still here. The challenges are still there but they aren’t so big now from where I’m standing.

And it is over. 2015 is officially history. A new year has come. Things will still be challenging and there will be adventures. Am i ready? I hope so.

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