Living, breathing, existing
We went on a 4-day trip to Starfish Island as what I call it hah. (Tondol super white beach, the sand is just, glorious, like powder crushed into finer, crystalline, softer grains) and to The Hundred Islands! Which we crossed by sea. Here are some gifs that I took;
I, casually fixing my hair, decided “Why not take a gif instead?” I just finished reading The Age of Miracles (rating: ★★★★) that day so I finally went out to be with my family out on a cool opaque moments-til dusk afternoon. I loved it, the other star? I wanted more, I want the characters to have an elucidated background story, I want this craving to know what happened to Julia and Seth even though only fragments of them were shared yet enough to feel a cling to them. I wanted to know what happened to the characters that seemed like they have faded to oblivion. What happened to the people inhabiting earth, did the minutes continue to expand? I didn’t mind if the facts stated in the book weren’t solidified science, it was the perspective of a little girl, and it was nice to borrow her eyes for a while. Also, it happened again. That silver-tongue moment. Or was it coincidental again? There was a part where the weather was vividly described, then the part in the beach. I had to close the book for a second and close my eyes. Breathe. It’s amazing that I was at the beach and it feels like everything I read in the book is happening around me real time. I felt languid, happily with a book, dazing into the sea. I could hear the calm waters, feel the sand in my toes, taste bliss in the air.
I took a walk by the shore, (and I swear these gifs look better on my iPod) contemplating about the marvel around me. How everything was right where it should be, slowly, then all at once. I remember something I’ve read, “Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” and a slim sickle crescent moon began to crease up my face like it did to the indigo skies.
(I swear it looked 10x better, and clearer. About time I downloaded a new gif app. trivia: I haven’t updated my iOS since I bought my iPod, it’s still 5.0.1 idk, I have this feeling that people obsess with upgrading thinking newer is better (in instances yes) but they don’t realize that they already had the best… hm-hm. haha, I’m contented with my iOS unless it being slow forces me to upgrade) Pondering, while playing with the starfishes on the sand washed ashore, I’m currently standing here, like a thumbnail on the maps of earth. Will the future generations witness this splendor?Will I still be able to see this magnificence in the coming years? There’s an ache in my heart, to save the ocean, this earth is all we have. When everything is dying already, will we still have our taciturn mundane expressions? You are a living, breathing, being, why not do your part? I am distraught with the relentless destruction. I am more aware of it, a clock work has turned inside of me. I recommend you to read The Age of Miracles, I thought it was a cliche end of the world book. But no. Non sequitur. Eyes, like lenses, with a flick of each eyelash, recording scenes engraved to my mind, heart, and soul, forever.