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I've decided to share my works. My journal is the only one who knows me best. This is my way of baring myself to the world. This blog would be an extension of my journal (I'll try). This is my journey to vulnerability: my openness to and acceptance of the truth.

Just a guide to the contents:

CONVERSATIONS 
These are actual conversations I had with friends, strangers, whoever I talk with who in their own oblivious way/s taught me a lesson. While I was traveling last year, I realize that there will be people who would obliviously utter words which will hit you so hard in the chest and they won't even know it. These may be what you needed to hear to help you in what you're going through, the facts you are running from, or what you fail to realize or to articulate: just like songs expressing what you can't put into words. Thought of sharing them as a way of paying it forward.

WORD VOMIT
These are works which I would recite out loud possibly in front of an audience should I get the courage to do so.

THOUGHTS
Scribbles in my journal, or a friend's work/s which I think is worth sharing.

WORDS IN FORMATION
Poetry

BEAUTIFUL PIECES BY BEAUTIFUL MINDS
Some of my favorite literary pieces.

THOUGHTS CAUGHT ON A SNAPSHOT
Because I believe that pictures can say a lot more than I can even if I try.

Conversations: 1

Friend: Infairrness, mas madali magsulat ngayon. hahahaha di ko lam kung bakit. (In fairness, it's easier to write nowadays. I don't know why.)

Me: Because you're more honest. More open. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable. I think that's why we have to be in our lonely place sometimes, that's when we are vulnerable. And when your barriers are down, the truth sinks in.


... punta ka muna sa lonely place mo (go to your lonely place). Listen to the quiet, reconnect with the world. Baka marinig mo na yung softest whisper na binubulong ng puso mo sayo (maybe you'll finally hear the softest whisper your heart has been trying to tell you.)

The world has an unusual way of sending its message.

Friend: All this time we still yearn for love, no? It's not money, not human being. It's love in all its forms.

Me: Yes. Maybe that's why we love traveling. We are searching for the right place to put our roots down.

Sabi mo nga (you said) we have very busy minds, and maybe that why we miss to hear the essential

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even the softest whisper makes a sound if we would open our hearts and listen.