Pray that the road is long. And on the road are stories of loves found and lost, of run away grooms and childhood sweethearts, of waiting and faithfulness. We immortalize memories on glossy papers and tagged posts. But heart remembers most- the shades of every color of the sun, the every emotion and memory we associate with them.
Life is shitty we know. But after long tricycle rides and boating the angry waves, I came with the realization that life, in all its fine thousand ways, will get me back from my hollowness and, eventually, take my breath away.
Once again.
Pundaquit Beach
Anawangin Cove, Zambales
(c) Juan Carlo Medina
5 palagay:
nice, i hope you found your center again after the trip.
great pictures too. :)
Ugh. I wanna go there.
Like Leo, hope you did find your center.
am happy for you na meron kang time na magbakasyon along with your friends, tuloy mo lang yan. kakainggit ka bunso.
"Pray that the road is long. And on the road are stories of loves found and lost, of run away grooms and childhood sweethearts, of waiting and faithfulness."
Aww, this is true. I like having an adventure than reaching a destination. I remember our field trips back in HS and college--the most memorable events were our bonding moments and story sharing in the bus. :)
Good reeading
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