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    100 Things That Make Me, Me – Part 2

    August 22, 2026

    Before We Continue…

    If the first chapter was about the little things that naturally made me who I am, this one is about the things life has quietly taught me.

    Not through big moments, but through ordinary days.

    Some lessons arrived gently. Others took a little longer to understand.

    I’ve realized that growing older isn’t about finally having everything figured out.

    It’s about becoming more comfortable with not knowing.

    It’s about learning that peace is often better than perfection and that some of the biggest changes happen so quietly that we don’t even notice them until one day we look back and realize we’re no longer the same person we used to be.

    These next ten stories are a little more personal.

    They’re about the lessons I’ve been carrying with me, the routines that bring me comfort, and the quiet beliefs that continue to shape the person I’m slowly becoming.

    So if you’re still here… Thank you for turning another page.

    Let’s continue.

    11. I don’t have everything figured out—and I think that’s okay.

    When I was younger, I thought adults had all the answers.

    Life turned out differently. The older I get, the more I realize that no one really has everything figured out.

    We’re all learning as we go. We’re all making decisions with the knowledge we have today, hoping they’ll lead us somewhere good tomorrow.

    And honestly… I’m okay with that now.

    Maybe life isn’t about having all the answers. Maybe it’s about being willing to keep asking the right questions.

    12. I’d rather collect memories than things.

    I’ve never believed that the best parts of life can be bought.

    The things I treasure the most aren’t things at all. They’re memories.

    A sunset that made me stop walking. A conversation I still think about years later. A place that instantly felt like home. A random afternoon that somehow became unforgettable.

    Things eventually fade.

    But memories have a funny way of becoming even more meaningful as time passes.

    Maybe that’s one of the reasons I write so much.

    Because while I know I can’t remember everything… I never want to forget how certain moments made me feel.

    13. Everyone is carrying something we can’t see.

    The older I get, the slower I become when it comes to judging people.

    I’ve learned that we rarely know the whole story.

    Sometimes the quietest person in the room is carrying the heaviest heart.

    Sometimes the happiest smile hides the hardest season.

    Sometimes people are simply doing their best with what they have.

    Remembering that has made me a little softer. A little more patient. A little more understanding. Because we never really know what someone else is trying to survive.

    14. I love slow mornings.

    I used to think a good morning had to be productive. Wake up early. Finish everything. Stay busy.

    Now… I enjoy mornings that don’t feel rushed. Making coffee. Looking out the window. Sitting in silence for a little while before the day begins.

    Planning my day without feeling like I have to accomplish everything at once.

    I’ve realized that a slow morning doesn’t make me lazy.

    Sometimes… It’s simply the kindest way to begin the day.

    15. Creating makes me happy.

    There are days when the best part of my day is making something.

    It could be writing a blog post. Designing something simple. Working on my website. Organizing ideas that have been sitting in my notebook.

    I love seeing something begin as nothing more than an idea…

    Then slowly become real.

    It reminds me that even on the quietest days, I can still create something meaningful.

    16. I hope people feel comfortable being themselves around me.

    One of the nicest things someone can give another person is the feeling that they don’t have to pretend.

    You don’t always have to be cheerful. You don’t have to say the perfect thing. You don’t have to have your life completely together.

    Sometimes it’s enough to simply show up exactly as you are.

    I hope the people in my life know they never have to earn a place beside me by pretending to be someone else.

    17. I notice thoughtful people.

    Not the loudest people. Not the funniest people. Thoughtful people.

    The ones who remember little details. Who notices when someone seems a little quieter than usual? Who asks how you’re doing…

    And actually wait for the answer. Those moments might seem small.

    But to me… They’re never small.

    18. Ordinary days are often my favorite days.

    I’ve stopped waiting for life to become exciting all the time.

    Some of my happiest memories came from days that looked completely ordinary.

    Freshly washed bedsheets. Coffee in the afternoon. Watching the rain. Listening to music while chilling. Crossing something off my to-do list. Laughing over something completely random. Finishing an episode of a TV series.

    Those little moments don’t ask for attention.

    But somehow… They’re the ones I remember the most.

    19. I like learning without rushing myself.

    There was a time when I compared my timeline to everyone else’s.

    I felt like I needed to learn faster. Do more. Be further ahead.

    Now… I enjoy learning at my own pace. Some lessons take weeks. Others take years.

    And that’s okay. Growth doesn’t have a deadline.

    The important thing is simply to keep going.

    20. Home feels different now.

    When I was younger, I always wanted to be somewhere else.

    Now… Home has become one of my favorite places. It’s where I can finally exhale. Where I don’t have to impress anyone.

    Where I can spend hours writing, creating, watching a movie, or simply doing nothing without feeling guilty about it.

    I’ve realized that peace isn’t always something we have to search for.

    Sometimes… It’s already waiting for us when we walk through our own front door.

    Until the Next Chapter…

    Writing these twenty little stories has made me realize something. The older I get, the less interested I am in collecting extraordinary moments.

    Instead… I’ve learned to appreciate the ordinary ones. The quiet afternoons. The familiar routines. The conversations that stay with me. The sunsets I stopped to watch. The mornings that began with coffee and nowhere else to be. Those moments may not look important to anyone else.

    But somehow, they’ve become the ones that shaped me the most.

    Maybe that’s why these chapters don’t feel like a list of facts anymore. They feel more like little pieces of my life.

    Tiny reminders of where I’ve been… What I’ve learned… And the person I’m still becoming.

    If you’ve stayed with me until this page… Thank you.

    It means more than you probably know. There are still so many stories left to tell. And I hope that, little by little, these pages help you know me—not because my life is extraordinary…

    But because it’s honest. And because every word here is simply me.

    I’ll see you in the next chapter.

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  • Next Question

    Why I Don’t Go to Church (Right Now)?

    August 7, 2026

    This is something I’ve wanted to write for a while because it’s a question I’ve been asked, and honestly, it’s not always easy to answer.

    The short answer?

    I still believe in God. I haven’t lost my faith. I just happen to be walking through one of the hardest seasons of my life.

    I’m struggling emotionally and mentally.

    This is the biggest reason.

    Some days, just getting out of bed feels like an accomplishment. Going outside takes so much energy that people don’t always see. It’s not about being lazy or making excuses. I’m simply trying to get through each day the best I can.

    I get dizzy when I leave the house.

    This isn’t something I choose.

    Because of what I’ve been going through, I often feel dizzy and uncomfortable whenever I go out. That’s why I’m very selective about leaving home. It’s not because I don’t want to. Sometimes, I genuinely can’t.

    I’m not ready yet.

    I know some people say church is where broken people belong, and I agree.

    But right now, my heart isn’t ready.

    I don’t want to walk into church feeling overwhelmed, distracted, or emotionally exhausted. I want to be present when I worship—not just physically there, but mentally and emotionally too.

    My faith has become very personal.

    Just because I’m not sitting in a church pew every Sunday doesn’t mean I’ve stopped talking to God.

    I still pray. I still believe. I still thank Him, question Him, cry to Him, and trust Him.

    Those conversations happen quietly, often within the walls of my own home.

    Healing takes time.

    I’ve learned that healing isn’t something you can rush.

    I’m trying to be patient with myself instead of pretending everything is okay when it isn’t. Some days are better than others, and that’s enough for now.

    I’m choosing honesty over appearances.

    I could force myself to attend church just so people know I’m there.

    But I’d rather be honest about where I am than pretend I’m okay when I’m not.

    I don’t think God expects perfection from me. I think He values honesty.

    I believe God understands.

    If anyone knows what I’m carrying, it’s Him.

    He knows the prayers I can’t put into words. He knows the tears no one else sees. He knows the battles happening inside me.

    And somehow, that brings me comfort.

    This isn’t goodbye.

    This isn’t me walking away from my faith.

    It’s simply a pause while I heal.

    I hope there comes a day when I can walk back into church with a lighter heart and a stronger mind. Not because I finally have everything figured out, but because I’ve found enough strength to take that step.

    Until then, I’ll keep praying.

    I’ll keep believing.

    And I’ll keep trusting that God hasn’t stopped walking with me, even during the seasons when I can’t make it to church.

    Because faith isn’t measured only by where you spend your Sunday morning.

    Sometimes, faith is simply choosing to hold on to God, even on the days when getting through the day is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

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  • Personal

    100 Things That Make Me, Me – Part 1

    August 1, 2026

    Before We Begin…

    It’s funny how we’re usually asked to introduce ourselves with just a few simple facts.

    What’s your name?
    What do you do?
    Where are you from?

    They’re easy questions, but I’ve never felt like they tell the whole story.

    I don’t think we’re defined by our job titles, where we live, or the number of candles on our birthday cake.

    I think we’re made up of quieter things.

    The little habits we never think twice about.
    The moments that never make it into photographs.
    The ordinary days that slowly become the life we’re living.

    So instead of giving you a list of random facts about myself, I wanted to share little pieces of who I am.

    Some are things I love.
    Some are lessons life quietly taught me.
    Some are little reminders I hope I never forget.

    Maybe by the time you finish reading, you’ll know me a little more than you did a few minutes ago.

    Not because you know my favorite color or where I grew up…

    …but because you’ve seen the little things that make me, me.

    So welcome to my little corner of the internet.

    I’m really glad you’re here.

    This is me—

    One story at a time.

    1. I find comfort in quiet places.

    If you had asked me years ago how I’d spend my weekends, I probably would’ve said I’d be out somewhere—meeting friends, exploring new places, or simply finding an excuse not to stay home.

    These days, things are different.

    I’ve learned to enjoy slow mornings, quiet afternoons, and evenings where nothing much happens.

    Home has become my favorite place to recharge. It’s where I write, think, create, and sometimes do absolutely nothing.

    And surprisingly…

    I’ve realized that peace isn’t boring.

    Sometimes, it’s exactly what my heart needs.

    2. I notice the little things.

    I’ve always been the kind of person who remembers the small details.

    I notice when someone gets a haircut.

    When their favorite drink changes.

    When they laugh a little less than usual.

    Or when they say they’re okay, but somehow don’t sound like themselves.

    Maybe it’s because I believe life isn’t really made up of grand moments.

    It’s made up of tiny ones.

    And somehow, those are the memories that stay with me the longest.

    3. I believe consistency is one of the purest forms of kindness.

    Big surprises are nice.

    Sweet words are nice too.

    But what means the most to me has always been consistency.

    A simple “Good morning.”

    A quick check-in during a busy day.

    Someone remembering the little things because they genuinely wanted to.

    Those moments may seem ordinary, but they tell me something words can’t.

    They quietly say,

    “I’m here.”

    And sometimes, that’s all we really need.

    4. Nature reminds me to slow down.

    Whenever life starts feeling a little too loud, I naturally find myself looking for open skies, mountains, trees, sunsets, or even just the sound of rain outside my window.

    Nature has a way of reminding me that not everything has to happen right now.

    The trees don’t rush to grow.

    The sun never hurries to set.

    Everything unfolds in its own time.

    Maybe I can too.

    5. I enjoy creating things from nothing.

    There’s something special about starting with a blank page.

    An empty document.

    A simple idea.

    And slowly watching it become something real.

    Whether it’s writing a blog post, designing something, or organizing thoughts that have been living in my head for days…

    I love the process.

    Not because everything turns out perfectly.

    But because creating always teaches me something.

    6. Writing helps me understand myself.

    Most of the time, I don’t immediately understand what I’m feeling.

    My thoughts can get messy.

    My emotions sometimes arrive before the words do.

    But the moment I start writing…

    Everything slowly begins to make sense.

    That’s probably why journaling has become such a big part of my life.

    Every entry feels like a conversation with a version of myself I hadn’t met before.

    And somehow…

    I always leave the page understanding myself a little better.

    7. I love meaningful conversations.

    Small talk has its place.

    But I love conversations that wander.

    The ones that start with a random question and somehow end with childhood memories, dreams, fears, favorite books, or the little things that shaped someone’s life.

    I think everyone carries a story that’s worth listening to.

    Sometimes…

    People just need someone willing to stay long enough to hear it.

    8. I believe ordinary days deserve to be remembered.

    Not every day changes your life.

    Most days are actually pretty ordinary.

    Making coffee.

    Crossing something off your to-do list.

    Watching the rain.

    Laughing over something completely random.

    They don’t seem important in the moment.

    But years later…

    Those are often the memories we miss the most.

    That’s why I like writing them down.

    Because ordinary days deserve to be remembered too.

    9. I’m always learning.

    One thing about me is that I genuinely enjoy learning.

    I like figuring things out.

    Trying software I’ve never used.

    Building websites.

    Experimenting with designs.

    Starting projects without really knowing what I’m doing.

    Being a beginner has never scared me.

    Every mistake teaches me something.

    Every finished project reminds me that growth usually begins with simply saying,

    “Let’s see if I can do this.”

    10. I appreciate simple joys.

    The older I get, the more I realize happiness rarely arrives with fireworks.

    Sometimes it’s just…

    Finding the perfect playlist.

    A good cup of coffee.

    Finishing something I’ve been working on.

    Watching the sunset.

    Writing another blog entry.

    Life doesn’t always have to be exciting to be beautiful.

    Sometimes…

    A quiet day is more than enough.

    If you’ve made it this far…

    Thank you.

    It honestly means a lot that you took a little time to sit here and get to know me.

    These first ten stories are only a small glimpse of who I am.

    There are still so many memories to share, lessons I’m still learning, dreams I’m quietly holding onto, and chapters that are still being written.

    Maybe that’s the beautiful thing about people.

    We’re never just one introduction.

    We’re constantly growing, changing, healing, learning, and becoming.

    And maybe that’s why no list of facts could ever truly describe a person.

    Because who we are lives in the little moments.

    The ordinary days.

    The quiet habits.

    The conversations we remember.

    The sunsets we stop to watch.

    The words we write when no one is looking.

    Those are the pieces that slowly become our story.

    So if you’re still here…

    Thank you for being part of mine.

    I’ll see you in the next chapter.

    There’s still so much more of me left to tell.

    I think this version sounds more like your blog voice—gentle, reflective, and intimate, with shorter paragraphs that are easier to read and a more conversational flow. It feels less like a list of facts and more like someone inviting readers into their life, one story at a time.

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  • Random

    Learning about Grief

    July 27, 2026

    I used to think I understood what grief looked like.

    I thought grieving meant crying, talking about the person you lost, and finding comfort in the people around you.

    But lately, I’ve been realizing that maybe grief isn’t the same for everyone.

    Some people cry. Some people become quiet. Some want to be surrounded by family and friends.

    Others choose to be alone.

    Some continue living as if nothing happened, while others struggle just to get through the day.

    There isn’t a right or wrong way to grieve. There’s only the way each person knows how to survive.

    I think that’s the part I’m still trying to understand.

    Because if someone I care about is hurting, my first instinct is always the same.

    I want to be there. I want to listen. I want to remind them that they don’t have to go through it alone.

    But maybe that’s not what everyone needs.

    Maybe some people heal in silence. Maybe they need time before they can find the words. Maybe being alone is the only way they know how to make sense of their pain.

    I don’t know. I’m still learning.

    I guess that’s why this has been so difficult for me.

    When someone becomes quiet, my heart immediately wonders if I did something wrong.

    Did I say too much? Did I not do enough?

    Or are they simply carrying something too heavy for me to understand?

    The truth is… I may never know. And maybe that’s okay.

    Maybe loving someone who’s grieving also means accepting that I can’t fix their pain.

    I can’t heal it. I can’t carry it for them.

    All I can do is remind them that when they’re ready, someone still cares.

    Someone is still hoping they’re okay. Someone is quietly cheering for them from afar.

    Maybe that’s what love looks like sometimes.

    Not always talking. Not always knowing what to say. Just staying kind, even in the silence.

    I’m still learning about grief.

    And maybe… I’m learning a little more about love too.

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  • Life Lately

    One Week of Silence

    July 21, 2026

    It’s been a week. Seven days since I last heard from him. I still don’t know what really happened.

    Everything was going so well. We were talking every day, sharing little moments, laughing at random things, and then… all of a sudden, he just disappeared. No explanation. No “I’ll be busy.” No “I’ll message you later.” Just silence. I honestly don’t know what changed.

    Sometimes I find myself replaying our conversations in my head, wondering if I missed something. Did I say something wrong? Did something happen to him? Or was this always going to end this way?

    I don’t know. The funny thing is, whenever I think about him, I end up laughing at myself. How did I get this attached?

    I also realized something. I’m not angry. Disappointed? Yes. A little hurt? Definitely. There’s a bit of tampo. But anger? None. And I don’t know why.

    Maybe because a part of me still believes there’s a reason behind his silence. Maybe because I care more about knowing if he’s okay than demanding an explanation.

    Sometimes I wonder if I was too late in letting him know how I truly felt. Maybe I should’ve said more. Maybe I should’ve been braver. Or maybe… it wouldn’t have changed anything.

    Unlike the old me, I did not flood his phone with messages. I did not call him every hour. If this had happened years ago, I probably would’ve sent text after text until he got tired of reading them. This time, I held back.

    In three days, I only sent around six or seven messages. Yesterday, I sent just one. “Buhay ka pa ba?“ That was it. I smiled after sending it because it sounded so… me. Simple. A little playful. But underneath those three words was a question I genuinely wanted answered. Are you okay? As each day passes, I can feel the silence getting heavier.

    It’s strange how you don’t always realize how much you miss someone until they stop being part of your everyday routine.

    I miss the messages. I miss seeing his name pop up. I miss the random conversations. I even miss wondering what we’d talk about next. The silence has become louder than any conversation we ever had. I still hope he will message someday. Not because I need an excuse or closure, but because I genuinely want to know what happened. Until then, I guess all I can do is wait a little longer.

    Maybe tomorrow there will be a notification. Maybe there won’t. Either way, life keeps moving.

    But if I am being honest… I still look at my phone more often than I used to.

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  • Life Lately

    Back to Writing

    July 20, 2026

    I honestly don’t remember where I left off with my USA travel blogs.

    It’s been a while since I last wrote one, and somewhere along the way, life happened. I got busy with other things, my thoughts went in different directions, and writing quietly took a back seat.

    But I don’t want to leave those memories unfinished.

    They’re still some of my favorite memories to look back on, and I think they’re worth sharing too. So I’m picking up right where I left off—even if I have to reread a few old entries to remember where that actually was.

    More than anything, I think it’s time to start writing again.

    Lately, my mind has been so full of random thoughts that I feel like I need somewhere to let them out. Writing has always been that place for me. No pressure, no expectations. Just words flowing naturally, one paragraph at a time.

    Maybe this is the perfect time to get back into it.

    And maybe… it’s also a good time for anyone who still reads this little corner of the internet.

    If there are any readers left.

    Honestly, I always hope someone is reading these posts. Maybe someone stumbled upon my blog while searching for something completely different. Maybe someone enjoys reading random stories from a stranger. Or maybe it’s just future me, looking back years from now.

    Who knows?

    For now, I’ll focus on the travel blogs again. Well… not exactly the traveling itself. I actually spend most of my time now at home.

    Of course, I’m still manifesting more travels—especially my coming birthday. Fingers crossed. It would be nice to create new memories to write about.

    And every now and then, I’ll probably share a few personal stories too.

    Nothing too serious.

    Just little pieces of my life.

    A bit of oversharing, even though nobody asked.

    Then again… that’s kind of what a personal blog is for, isn’t it?

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  • Poetry

    Unread Days

    July 19, 2026

    There are days
    I convince myself
    I won’t wait anymore.

    I won’t check my phone.

    I won’t wonder
    if you’ve finally called.

    I won’t imagine
    what I’d say
    if your name suddenly appeared.

    Then my phone lights up.

    For a second,
    my heart forgets
    how disappointed it has become.

    It isn’t you.

    Again.

    I wonder
    if you know
    how many conversations
    I’ve had with you
    inside my head.

    How many times
    I’ve heard your voice
    in my memories
    because reality
    has gone quiet.

    You once became
    part of my routine.

    Now your absence is

    And somehow,

    I’m still here,

    waiting for a message

    that may never come.

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  • Poetry

    Your Silence

    July 16, 2026

    I never thought I’d miss something so simple.

    A “Good morning.”

    A random call.

    A “Kumain ka na ba?”

    Those little things I used to receive without asking.

    Now I find myself staring at my phone more than I should, hoping your name will appear. Hoping I’ll hear the ringtone I used to look forward to. Hoping today will be different.

    But the screen stays quiet.

    And somehow, that silence is louder than any words.

    I keep wondering what changed.

    Was I too easy to leave waiting?

    Did you get too busy?

    Did I slowly become someone you no longer thought about?

    I don’t know.

    And maybe that’s the hardest part.

    You never said goodbye.

    You just stopped showing up.

    I miss your voice.

    I miss hearing you laugh.

    I miss the way you used to make time for me, even for a few minutes.

    Now, I don’t even know if you’re okay.

    I don’t know if you think about me.

    I don’t know if you miss me too.

    It’s strange how someone can become part of your everyday life, then suddenly become the reason your days feel incomplete.

    I’m not asking for hours of your time.

    I’m not asking for endless conversations.

    I just miss knowing that I mattered enough for a message.

    Enough for a call.

    Enough for a simple, “I’m here.”

    Maybe you don’t realize it.

    But your silence has been talking to me every single day.

    And every day, I keep hoping it will finally end.

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  • Personal

    How the Phone Call Ruined My Peace

    July 7, 2026

    I was not expecting any of this.

    It all started with a random Discord message. Funny enough, he keeps on coming back. So when I saw his message around 6am, I was surprised. I was still awake, so we started chatting. Then he asked if he could call me that night. I didn’t think much of it. I gave him my number. We texted a little bit, then I slept.

    10PM came. Then suddenly it’s 1AM. That is probably the longest I have ever talked to a guy on the phone.

    And the weird part? It did not even feel long.

    We laughed. a lot. The kind of laugh where you suddenly forget you are talking to someone you have technically never met. Like the kind of conversation where you were smiling without even realizing. He has this personality that matches mine, but he is sensible too. He asked a lot about me. Not just the usual questions about my life. It felt nice that someone wanted to know me.

    Also, his voice. I don’t know why it is so nice to hear. It is calm, cute, and comforting. I caught myself smiling just because of his voice.

    The following day, he texted good morning. We talked again. He called me again at night.

    Then the following day, he texted good morning and called me during his lunch break like he promised, and we chatted until around 2pm.

    After that… Silence.

    Around 9PM he apologized because work was really busy. Thirty minutes later, he texted that he had just gotten home. I simply replied that I had eaten dinner.

    And that was it. No more messages.

    Today, I caught myself waiting. waiting for my phone to light up. Waiting for him. I even sent him a playful good morning message teasing him that he probably is still not done eating.

    No reply. Maybe he is really busy. Maybe he is just… him.

    Because even before all of this, he was already the type to disappear and suddenly come back like nothing happened.

    What really gets me, though, is looking back at our discord conversation before the call. I laughed it off. It caught me off guard. Reading my responses made me laugh and cringe at the same time. I was just surprised. My brain stopped functioning for a while. I did not know what to say.

    I think what is happening now is that I am realizing something. I like talking to him too. A lot. His voice that somehow became comforting after only a few calls.

    It is funny how someone can go from being another alliance mate in a game to becoming the person whose notification you are secretly hoping to see.

    I don’t know where this is going. Maybe nowhere.

    Maybe somewhere. But I do know this. For the first time in a long time, I found myself talking to someone for hours without getting bored. I found myself smiling at my phone. And for the first time in a long time, I am actually looking forward to hearing someone’s voice again.

    I am glad those conversations happened.

    So for now… I will wait. Not because I have to. But I genuinely hope this is not the end of the story.

    Maybe tomorrow my phone will light up.

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  • Health/Wellness,  Travels

    Another Climb, Another Memory

    May 9, 2026

    The photos from our first hike at Rolling Hills somehow made their way around the family. Before I knew it, some of my cousins, nieces, and nephews wanted to experience it too. And just like that, another climb was planned.

    There was only one problem. A forest fire had happened not long before our hike. The surroundings were still fresh from it, and there were even areas where you could still see smoke rising from the ground. I honestly thought the hike would be canceled. There weren’t any updates in our group chat, so I assumed it wasn’t pushing through anymore.

    Then suddenly… It was on.

    I rushed to change into my hiking clothes. No time for a proper shower this time (don’t worry, I showered before going to bed the night before). Everyone was already waiting, and I didn’t want to make them wait any longer. Thank you, guys, for being patient with me.

    This hike was different from the last one. We didn’t really pack food. I only brought a few pieces of candy because I knew I’d need something sweet along the way. I wasn’t feeling as energetic as I hoped, but somehow my legs kept moving.

    The climb felt much quicker this time, probably because there were more of us. We were around twelve in total—cousins, nieces, and nephews—and I honestly loved that. Hiking is fun, but sharing it with family makes it even better.

    Even though parts of the mountain had been burned by the fire, the beauty of the place was still there. Nature has an incredible way of healing itself. Standing there reminded me once again how amazing God’s creation is. It’s hard to believe that after everything the mountain had gone through, it could still leave us in awe.

    Of course, we spent a few minutes at the top taking lots and lots of photos before heading back home.

    Going down was… a different story.

    Instead of taking the same trail, we used another route. Normally, I enjoy exploring different paths because every trail feels like a new adventure.

    This one? Not so much.

    It was unbelievably steep and slippery. There were moments when I could clearly see where I’d end up if I lost my footing, and that alone made my heart race. I found myself sitting down just to safely slide through some parts because it honestly felt easier than trying to stay on my feet.

    There were moments when I truly wondered if I’d ever make it to the bottom. I was so nervous that I felt like my legs would give up before I did. But thankfully, I reached the end safely—not even a scratch.

    Although next time… I’m definitely wearing leggings instead of shorts. After taking a shower at home, my legs were stinging from all the grass and tiny scratches I didn’t even notice during the hike.

    The funny thing is, I didn’t really feel tired while climbing. It only hit me once we were already at the bottom. Suddenly my legs and thighs were aching so much that all I wanted to do was sit down and not move for a while.

    It was the kind of exhaustion that reminds you that your body worked hard today.

    Still, I’m incredibly thankful. Thankful that I made it through another climb safely. Thankful for the beautiful views. Thankful for another adventure with family.

    And most of all, thankful to my dear cousins, nieces, and nephews for waiting for me every single time I fell behind. I’m always the slow walker in the group, but not once did they make me feel like I was slowing everyone down.

    Sometimes the slowest person just gets a little more time to appreciate the view.

    Until the next climb.

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