No longer in Dumaguete

I have left Dumaguete and I find myself walking the streets of Cagayan de Oro trying to make something of this life which I call my own. I would like to talk about the little experiment which I made while still in Dumaguete and see if there is some progress in my life. Living in Daro has been fine but the thing that bothered me most was the doldrums, the lack of motive power to propel my life forward. I could not think of going anywhere except Cagayan de Oro City where I had spent many, many years.

Did I say it was an experiment? It might have started that way but it certainly took on a life of its own and I am now standing on the top of a mountain, feeling the strong wind on my face and hair and hands and body, my clothes clinging to my skin as it feels the forces that seem to lash at me. Is it lashing or something else? I am digressing but you know the thought. I will bring more into these pages as events unfold. I made a little something in Cagayan de Oro and I must say that I should be doing more of it and less of the other things that keep me busy. Well, I have this life and it is a truly wonderful one. Did I say wonderful? That is something quite foreign-sounding now because I hated my life then.

Cagayan de Oro City and being there has certainly changed my perspective on things. For one thing, I see the crush of people on the streets of Divisoria and I cannot take them for granted as mere hindrance or nuisance although that could be an accurate description.