we are our own ghost.......

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While the whole world is busy with
big things, electing presidents,
correcting the stock market, protecting
banks, keeping their assets,
creating more wealth, I am too
preoccupied with fixing petty
disagreements
with my girlfriend. Great.

Looks like my life is a microcosm
of a supposedly great country
they call Philippines where people
are too busy fighting against each
other without noticing that the
world has moved on and progressed a
lot. Worse, we are just about to realize
that we are years back........

I don't want to suffer the same faith.
I decided to move on with my own
fight. I cannot afford to lose this one.
I cannot afford to lose myself.........

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I realized these past few days that there is no such thing as a lonely place, lonely people, yes.......
A different place though could serve as a diversion or the could of location could make you realize that you need a new perspective.





This is one of the places I love.A river in San Juan San Antonio Zambales.
I was here 8 months ago. Always give me a feeling of freshness, simplicity and peace.
I love just sitting at it's bank and listen to the sound of it's shallow water flowing, the chirping of the birds the chorus of the frogs. It's a 15 minute walk away from a small community so motorcycle uproar is also a welcome thing especially when it about dusk. Reminds you that when it's time to go back to the civilized world again, it's just nearby. That's isolation and security.



There was this dampa ( small hut) when we were there 8 months ago. That's where some locals spend the nights sipping their favorite alcoholic drinks. Mostly Gin for economic reasons. There, you can lay down an see the sky full of stars at night.




This time around, the dampas are gone, maybe because during rainy days, the rivers swells and the cold and gloomy weather is no longer alluring for an overnight stay in the area. The river was a bit wider but still shallow. My friend said it used to be deeper. That was before the eruption of Mt Pinatubo. The clear cold water allows you to see the volcanic sand and some fine rocks still present.







This was me in nature and this is something I miss doing.

Another memorable trip. Another fiddle to a sad heart and a weary mind.
we create our own problems. We alone can solve them. I am very thankful with my short date with nature, I finally made up my mind. I need to keep walking.