Years ago I hiked with two friends all over the island of Negros . We cheered when we crossed the border of Occidental to Oriental while stars glittered above on an evening. We were at the back of a truck. It was an adventure. It was something I made n between the highway of my youth and adulthood. It is not something that a regular person would do-limited funds in the pocket and all.
I remember how I felt-the burning concrete of the highway under my feet. Months like this makes one remember a lot of things. Like the first time I fell totally with this Norwegian musician who took me to Cebu and then broke my heart. It's fine though. It's part of life.
One has make no apologies because years from now, the only thing that matter I the madness and laughter. Not the what- might- have- been. So I thank Jack Kerouac for the beautiful madness of trying the life on the road. Because it is not something one would do under normal circumstance. Because youth is never about making normal choices.
You're right. But some of us know that even if you don't step out big time, you need to keep stepping out! What are you challenging yourself with today? I'm trying to get to be a "paid," writer! :-)
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