Traveled home 6-9Feb 2016

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As I lay down on a single bed, my childhood flashed back like a movie rushing to its end.

I reminisced those times I was in school, my school parties, projects, classmates and all those silly things we all used to do. I remembered how simple things were. I hugged my pillow tightly and enjoyed its moldy smell and immersed in that so-called safety feeling I had when I was young.

I was looking up my small shelf and I could see my old books, trophies, and medals. I felt so happy that back then, I somehow made my parents proud. I remembered how impressive my performances were, academically and in extra-curricular activities. It felt like I had enough of everything.

I don’t know why, but instead of forming future dreams in my old bed, I felt like dreaming about the past. I miss the feeling of going home to a safe place every day. I wasn’t prepared enough to face the harsh reality outside that cradle of mine. Outside’s unlike the old times whereby people would most of the time judge you for things you did correctly. Outside is competitive and greedy.It’s hurtful.

My tiny bedroom in the Philippines

I quivered a little as I remembered how many times I cried about love and friendships on that bed. But then again, I also felt the warmth of my parents’ embrace and kisses on my forehead. I felt that their love is enough. Who cares about romantic love and friendships?

As I lay down on that single bed, I remembered how little my dreams and goals were. I never expected things to be as they are now. I am so blessed with so many unexpected things.

On that bed, I feel like I do not need to achieve more for what I actually just need is right there..on that bed…room and in the next room..Home…my family…that is what I need..that’s where I want to be.