But...what if after all this
camping around and climbing about, the summit offers no sunlight? The sun, in
all its light and heat is no more than a fact behind a mass of clouds. You know
it's there, but you can't see it. You know it's there but you can't feel it.
Met with only the cold and wet gust of wind, you will descend the mountain knowing
that all this climbing was...useless.
What if after not meeting you,
and you not meeting me, your smile became nothing more than a memory hidden
among the many moments? You know it was
there, but you can't see it now. You know it can be there but you can't see it.
30, March 2012, there we were 7
beginners climbing a mountain known for the beauty of the sunrise in its summit
and in that day-it was raining.
8:30 AM 31, March 2012, only 4
of us made it to the summit and-it was still raining. The famous sunrise took a
break from all the prying eyes of thrill seeking and bored tourists.
9:00 PM 31, March 2012, as
agreed, we met, we smiled, and we talked.
2:00 AM 1, April 2012, we went
to our homes with a smile and a promise to meet again.
When? The hard worker reaches
for a dream. Once there, he becomes a tourist reaching for relaxation and
excitement. Once it is over, he would again dream. Like runners in a long-distance relationship
with countless finish lines.
3:00 PM 1, April 2012, hand in
hand we walked and listened under and to the sea of trees. We found silence in
each other.
2:00 AM 2, April, 2012, inside
the long and tight hug of goodbye, there and then I knew...that I was climbing
another mountain...our hearts running ahead of us.
The shortest distance between
two points is a straight line. There are no straight lines to where you're at
and to where I am. Only winding roads, stacked lines of traffic, amidst a
journey where my mountain homes end and your plains begin. And the line is far
from being straight. Just like the mountain the 7 beginners climbed on a rainy
afternoon the 30th of March, 2012.
Each day that you are not with
me and I not with you is but a step, heavy as it is, drawing me and you nearer
and nearer to that summit where we
will meet again.
But not all of the seven made
it to the summit, even the sun wasn't there.
Each step taken, carrying all
the weight, enduring all the hunger and pain, draws some climbers nearer and
nearer to...giving up. The dreamer wakes to another dream.
30, March 2012, it was raining
that day, but we, I, climbed anyway.
31, March 2012, the seven, who
slept in a tent meant for five, finally made it back home. Wet, sick, tired,
bruised, they regretted nothing. All
they have is a T-shirt that says "I survived Mt. Pulag" and the hope
to one day meet that elusive sunrise.
Lunch, 14, April 2012...
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