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The Mission Life: Traveling from One Mission to Another

Mission Life Entry #2. Monday, 17th April 2017, Departure Area Legazpi Airport.

10:55am. My flight back to Manila is delayed. I am heading back from a mission with Team Jesus and I hope to rush home so I could rest, recuperate and finish packing for Tacloban. When I said “yes” to the holy week mission, I wasn’t thinking straight. But I thought, the clinic will be closed anyway, so I might as well–and I’m glad I made that decision.

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Oh, To Be Young And Carefree

And just like that, I’m 36…

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Not that I feel old because I don’t. Yes, I feel old(er) and that’s different. I feel like wine–and I’ve aged to some level of perfection, but not quite yet. If you know what I mean. And I think that’s what matters, that we age with grace. That we age, somehow? That we can look back from where we’ve been and say… “Good thing I’m not there anymore”.

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The Mission Life: Unboxed

Mission Life Entry #1: Saturday, 25th January. Tabacco, Albay

8:30am. Sometimes, I don’t know what I’m doing. Right now I’m stuck in Tabacco, Albay waiting for the ferry that will take me to Catanduanes. I didn’t make it to the 7am one, so I have no choice but to wait for the next trip. I didn’t make it to the 7am one because I didn’t factor in EDSA traffic and the 12hr bus ride stretched to a torturous 15hrs.

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Me before the 15hr bus ride

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The Words I Write

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I write because while my voice is loud enough I know that the volume does not give me the strength to tell the truth.  My pen is more powerful than my tongue and sharper than my teeth, so it can bite and give necessary pain when in reality I cant even hurt a fly

I write because my head often spins with a cocktail of words that dont make sense unless I translate it onto paper. In dreams over clouds I’m often too drunk in the deluge of emotions that cascade in my heart in poetic phrases that pile up and it suffocates me…

I write because in this battle I am a soldier and I’d die if I wont fight with the ammo I know.

I write because otherwise Ill choke in my own words for the overload is heavy and the baggage is infected.

I write because… why not?

I write because… what else?

I write because… otherwise no one will understand

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