You know something’s terribly gone wrong when you’re at a beautiful, lavish spa in baguio, petals scattered around you with the sweet, rich smell of essential oils lingering in the air and the masseuse constantly asks you to relax while you’re getting a luxurious massage. If you can’t relax at a spa, you know something’s amiss.
I had second thoughts about going to baguio. There were just too many things that had to be done and leaving meant that I would have to put things off once again… plus, I haven’t fully recovered from the series of illnesses I had the past month. I argued if I should be responsible and do the things I should do or ditch everything and give myself a break. I chose the latter. Packed my bags, left kori and bentot to their turtle sitter and took a bus to baguio alone.
Going on that trip proved to be the better choice. Apparently (as everyone knew), I had to get away. I got to slow down and think. wouldn’t you know… it even helped me put things back in perspective. The past month, I just couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything really. I was just going through the motions, always trying to catch up, it seemed. I was trying to catch up with a respiratory tract infection, bleeding ulcers, low red blood cells, and faulty valves in my heart.
I guess when everything goes wrong; you are left with no choice but to do something right.
I want to live where I don’t have to pop pills just to go to sleep every night; where there’s a view outside my window and I wouldn’t be afraid to look out; where I can think and not end up in tears of helplessness and resignation. I want to be in a place where maybe, laughter, happiness and joy can live again. And love... Always love.
I had second thoughts about going to baguio. There were just too many things that had to be done and leaving meant that I would have to put things off once again… plus, I haven’t fully recovered from the series of illnesses I had the past month. I argued if I should be responsible and do the things I should do or ditch everything and give myself a break. I chose the latter. Packed my bags, left kori and bentot to their turtle sitter and took a bus to baguio alone.
Going on that trip proved to be the better choice. Apparently (as everyone knew), I had to get away. I got to slow down and think. wouldn’t you know… it even helped me put things back in perspective. The past month, I just couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything really. I was just going through the motions, always trying to catch up, it seemed. I was trying to catch up with a respiratory tract infection, bleeding ulcers, low red blood cells, and faulty valves in my heart.
I guess when everything goes wrong; you are left with no choice but to do something right.
I want to live where I don’t have to pop pills just to go to sleep every night; where there’s a view outside my window and I wouldn’t be afraid to look out; where I can think and not end up in tears of helplessness and resignation. I want to be in a place where maybe, laughter, happiness and joy can live again. And love... Always love.
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