30 May 2015 – Saturday – 08:00
I was five hours away from a bouldering competition. I've just finished Season 08 of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. the night before. I was left with very little to do except stream hours of movies and TV series at my apartment.
I thought I could use some mental break. Not from being a couch potato but from thinking about bouldering. It's a mentally taxing sport and I wanted to keep my mind off it.
Bouldering requires precise movements. Everything you do must be inch-perfect. It's like being given a tune to sing and you're not allowed to miss a single note.
Months of training would all boil down to one route that you must complete in four minutes or less, in the least number of attempts as possible. Thinking about it is like thinking about math – it makes my brain want to burst out of my head.
So I thought I'd take a break by riding my bike. You see, cycling is a form of therapy:
1. It takes you to places without burning gas so you won't have to worry about money.
2. It makes you lose weight so you won't have to think about what you can or cannot eat.
3. It lets you go to places where not a lot of other cyclists go and you can't hate anyone because there's nobody to hate in those places. You're just surrounded by trees – and what's not to love about trees?
Speaking of trees, I went to a place where I know there are lots of them – Buhisan.
The barangay holds a dam that's surrounded by a massive forest of well-aligned trees – the way elementary school kids stand solemnly in line while the national anthem is sung. It's easy to tell that the place has once been deforested.
Along the way I met a guy who was standing by the side of the road, trying to catch his breath.
I usually hate people but he seemed nice convinced him to join me.
On my way home I dropped by this house in the mountains of Pamutan that sells flowers. I got a rose for 25 pesos -- It's the third one I have.
(This isn't a photo of a rose.)
But the whole point of this post is to ask:
Where did all the water in Buhisan go? Why does it seem all dried up?
I didn't want to take a photo of the heart-breaking barrenness that used to be the basin of Buhisan dam. Sure, there must still be water somewhere but there's not a whole of it anymore.
Jesus didn't drink a whole lot of water because it's hard to come by. I guess that's what makes him awesome, he understands the value of a glass of water. We should all take better care of our water supply. You don't have to go out and be a hero. Just stop your faucet from leaking.
Peace out!
Months of training would all boil down to one route that you must complete in four minutes or less, in the least number of attempts as possible. Thinking about it is like thinking about math – it makes my brain want to burst out of my head.
The barangay holds a dam that's surrounded by a massive forest of well-aligned trees – the way elementary school kids stand solemnly in line while the national anthem is sung. It's easy to tell that the place has once been deforested.
Along the way I met a guy who was standing by the side of the road, trying to catch his breath.
(This isn't a photo of a rose.)
But the whole point of this post is to ask:
I didn't want to take a photo of the heart-breaking barrenness that used to be the basin of Buhisan dam. Sure, there must still be water somewhere but there's not a whole of it anymore.
Jesus didn't drink a whole lot of water because it's hard to come by. I guess that's what makes him awesome, he understands the value of a glass of water. We should all take better care of our water supply. You don't have to go out and be a hero. Just stop your faucet from leaking.
Peace out!
1 comment:
Very well said, next time napud nya Bal
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