this year, i've tried many things i thought i am not capable of.
been in different islands, beaches and cities.
rode on various modes of transports wherever i went to (cars, buses, tricycles, airplanes, boats, skateboard, etc.). slept in hotel rooms, houses, huts, cars, planes, tents, hammocks, tables, wherever possible during my travels and weekend escapes.
discovered new crafts and rekindled old arts that i am passionate about (photography, writing, culinary, skateboarding, etc.).
done wild things without even thinking if it might injure or kill me. ranging from downing endless submarine shots in the bars or underwater to countless taking of "trial & error underwater photos" to enjoying snorkling despite having almost zero swimming skills.
it's all about hanging loose and conquering your fears. it felt good after surviving the dreadful activity. not minding the bruises from climbing up & down a hill just to take a dip in a serene lake or watch a majestic view. enduring accidental cuts from corals or the exhaustion from climbing 700 steps to get to the top of mountain (and then back to the starting point below).
but the most dangerous of all these adventures is the inescapable quest they call love. been in and out of this treacherous journey. drank it like a bitter sweet elixir (and even vomited because of it). now, it's luring me to plunge into its abyss again.
it's as if i'm in the long line for a rollercoaster ride or a 10 feet high cliff......plunge or walk away?
as they say, "the best feelings in your life come when you start feeling good after you've been feeling awful."
maybe scaredy good or bad.
what the heck? 1, 2, 3.....WOOOHOOO!
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