A Beautiful Escape

TRAFFIC

Traffic.

I don’t know how I feel about traffic. On one end of my spectrum, I absolutely abhor it. On the other, I relish the time it provides me sitting idly in the car enjoying music from my favorite radio station.

I guess it will always boil down on who’s with me when I’m stuck in traffic. If I’m alone, then you can all be sure that I’d be seething mad inside the car, honking every now and then because of the slow movement of the cars in front of me.

But if I have friends with me, then traffic becomes a blur with the lively chatter and laughter. I can almost always see myself thanking that the traffic is there, because I’d have more time to laugh and talk.

On rare days, traffic becomes a way for me to see things in different angles. See the fusion of concrete, flora, and life bustling about the main avenues of Manila. Each with their own journey, each with their own end.

NAGMAMADALI KA BA?

People are always in a rush.

I’ve noticed in others, and in myself, that most of the time, we get angry when something’s blocking our way. Nothing wrong with that, after all, who would want to have obstacles in their way?

The problem is, whenever I drive, I always see cars weaving in and out of the lanes, swerving to the left, to the right. Kung saan mas mabilis ang galaw, dun sila. Nothing wrong with that too, I mean, I do that especially when I sense that my lane won’t move in the next few minutes.

I always say to myself, kaya ako nagmamadali kasi malalate ako. I always tell myself to leave earlier than my usual time, but no matter what I do, I always leave at the exact same time. Sometimes, I’m early, sometimes I end up late. But I will always be rushing.

I guess the thing I need to instill in myself is to be early, to be prepared with unforseen circumstances along the way. That way, I don’t need to be in a rush.

Ikaw, nagmamadali ka din ba?

oh memories.

bumalik ka na sa dati please? :(