I will be made
Mark my words: I will be made. I will get out of this slump and I will have forgotten how terrible I feel now. I will make a mission of myself. In five years, I will be doing what I love. And no one will stop me. NO ONE.
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According to Tito Cube, the great philosophers never settled down with one person because they are married to the world. A person has only so much love to give. It appears to me as a reasonable choice.
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I’d love to spend my birthday somewhere very far from home. I am seriously putting together the possibility of traveling abroad to Malaysia to visit my friend Kye. Yes, just need to file for my lost passport etc…basically put up with the mindless bureaucracy to what end I desire. It seems very near, at the same time far off. Consider also the funds I have to raise for such an endeavor.
However, if not at all possible I still plan to fly a considerable distance from here. There are some events in Dumaguete come July which appear to me as the perfect excuse to go there. Excuse, being the operative word. Albeit, my old teammates from the debate team are encouraging me to join their adjudication pool and the idea does have some appeal. You know, my favorite part of these conventions are the socials. Meeting like-minded delegates from different parts of the country…and possibly new love interests, hahaha. But on a serious note, no, I am not looking for love interests at the moment. Shouldn’t I be at this stage of exorcising such ridiculous thoughts of love? Yes, I am projecting my friend R who says that one can do stupid things now and justify it later with cynicism. Whilst I dwell more at the latter portion of that thought.
There is just something about traveling that stirs the soul. The sky shifts above you and yet you feel the oneness of the terra firma. The singularity of the world no matter where you are. Just a new perspective. New smells. New sounds. New images. One beautiful subject.
Yes, the things you hope for to be content with one’s lonely freedom.
