Little Victories

From usually being an anticlimactic month, November turned out to be an interesting jumble of memories for me this year. There are memories I would recall with such heart-clenching longing, while there are others I could've lived without.

But life is a two-way street. I'm grateful not only for everything I've gained, but for everything I lost as well. Because loss and defeat give us pain, and pain builds character. Pain makes us stronger.

Amidst living in a world that believes in the survival of the fittest, a world where one is measured by his successes, I have come to learn that I could live with failure--that I don't have to win every race, just those races that matter. :)

If nothing else, I'll always have Sundays to look forward to. ♥

It's foreign on this side, but it feels like I'm home again.

Listen.

Puerto Princesa, 2012

Jetsetter

My heart aches to wander, aches for that feeling you get when you take the first step towards your own personal New World. That feeling of trying to capture every single curve, every single angle, every single hue of what you see around you like a baby opening his eyes for the very first time.

I think that the moment we set our feet somewhere, we become a part of that place, and it becomes a part of us. That even when we leave, a fragment of ourselves gets left behind, leaving us forever longing, resembling a jigsaw puzzle that misses a piece.

Hence the ache.

Hence the endless search for the missing piece.

Hence the urge to getaway. Again.

Davao, 2012

November

"Sometimes you have to forget what's gone, 

appreciate what still remains, 

and look forward to what's coming next."

                    - Anonymous