I have been living in my new haven for four months and eight days now. So far, everything is still close to how I imagined it would be. I'm back to doing what I do best (sit and talk, haha!), I'm starting to enjoy frugal living and basically I get to do the mundane things that help me tap into my inner creativity (whatever that means!).
Apparently, when you are less busy, you have time to focus on what really matters to you. When you finally get that courage to ditch everything that weighs you down, you start to get closer to where you want to be. Now, I have more time for cloud-watching during my breaks at work, which is considered a lazy person's past time. But, I respectfully disagree! Cloud-watching and star-gazing are probably the coolest and priceless things that people who live a 100-mile-an-hour lives could ask for. Honestly, I almost never get a chance to look at the sky when I was in the city. I always had to look where I'm headed, I had to walk fast, I can't let my guard down, I had to be prudent ALL.THE.TIME! I had to be on a 'self-defense mode' every single minute I spend outside. Another shitty thing that I hate is that everything should be done in a fast-paced manner. It's like everyone is chasing something.
But living here in Baguio is nothing like that. Time literally slows down here and I can actually chill and live the laid back lifestyle most people keep dreaming of once they reach their old age. My question is, why wait for the old age?!
I have spent days and nights trying to narrow down the things that I really want to do in my life. I have removed the unnecessary things to make way for new things. I still have a lot of personal projects that I'm working on, some of them on going, some of them are still drafted in my head.
Song-writing would always be one of my favorite hobbies. Now and then, I'd still get inspiration from random things, situations or whenever I decide to take a detour down memory lane. As long as I have my guitar with me, I'll be fine.
Reading has always been crucial to human existence. This is literally my brain food, and honestly, I've been hungry for quite sometime. So, I try to read a lot of things that I think might be useful for me to become a better version of myself. I read about good food, fashion, health and fitness, languages, about introverts, about being a better writer or listener and how to understand human behavior in general.
I have also been doing my best to update my blog site as often as I could. What started as a tool where I just rant and rant turn out to be a tool that I would want my future kids or grand kids to check out in case I don't live long enough to tell them my stories or if I wouldn't be able to speak anymore in my old age. I think my blog is the safest place to store my memories, it is fireproof and waterproof! Whatever happens to my earthly possessions, if ever they get stolen or burned, or if I die a sudden death, at least my blog would be a proof that I existed, I have lived and I have experienced good and bad things.
"A self-portrait is a representation of an artist, drawn, painted, photographed, or sculpted by that artist."
|Golden Hour (taken: 11/8/2015)|