When I travel ...
Everywhere, in everything, there is a story. Even from an old lantern
just sitting there on a windowsill, or a piece of candy wrapper thrown
carelessly, blown on top of vibrant green grass. There are stories
behind these little everyday things. When I travel, I open my mind, not
just to the beauty that surrounds me, but
to these miniature details that make the moment whole. I have what
they call a burning curiosity, a hankering for both fact and myth. Our
country is an amazing place full of polarities: crowds and solitude,
loud merriment and the silence of mountains, party islands and spiritual
isle sanctuaries, urban romps and bucolic wanderings, verifiable raw
realities and magical wonders. These disparate elements help fuse a
whole, a whole we call home, the Philippines. I want to celebrate those
elements, those stories so particular and so diverse that as a
collective, they all reinforce the richness and multifariousness of our
culture. And in the telling of these stories, I’m hoping that people
will not just be enlightened about the many small fascinating aspects of a place, but I’m also hoping that they will be encouraged to
protect, preserve, care and nurture. I’m hoping that we will all
realize that any action, such as the careless throwing of our personal
garbage or the dauntless perseverance to always clean, conserve and
nourish, all the choices and actions we make aid in the weakening or
strengthening of the whole. I hope that in all the telling and
collective sharing, we all come back to that age-old creed of leaving
nothing but footprints and that the only thing we can take with us is
the story and nothing else.
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