At Fuerza de Sta. Isabel, Taytay, Palawan.
“What do you think you are doing?!”
There’s the female voice inside my head again.
“Hey! Answer me!”
I cannot remember a thing. All I know is that my eyes are widened, as if shocked and staring blankly onto the blue sky above. Tears are flowing non-stop, making my sight more and more defocused.
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Growing up is finally choosing the path I wanted to take.
Growing up is finally realizing and defining what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
Growing up is running, literally and figuratively, after something I really really wanted.
Growing up is doing those things I do before and realize that I really do not want to do them anymore because it’s not taking me to my chosen path.
Growing up is doing something new and realizing it’s not what I wanted to do in life because it’s not taking me to my chosen path.
Growing up is saying “no”.
Photo by Jesse Rey Baban.
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