So it happened last weekend, my team mate in Volleyball asked me if I wanna come with them for a hike.
At first I was hesitant and told them ‘let me see’, because they’re supposed-to-be schedule on hiking was Saturday morning.
And they are going to spend the night before the day of hiking at a friend’s crib.
With their schedule, I told them I couldn’t come because Friday night we are supposedly going to my roommate’s mother’s funeral.
I told my team mate that chances are, I couldn’t come because I have somewhere off to that night.
However , I really wanna come because I badly need a breather.
But then, as I was waiting for our landlord to come fetch me at our room so we can go at my room mate’s
It’s like the world conspired and there, we aren’t going anymore because of some reasons in the house.
I was very upset that night because I wanna go to my room mate’s to show my sympathy,
Cause after all, Ate Peds is such a kind room mate and a loving daughter to her parents.
It felt bad not being able to go personally at their’s to show my deepest condolences.
And to worsen my mood, I should have just said ‘yes’ on the hike. But I guessed it was too late…
Saturday morning, suddenly my phone popped up a message. It was my team mate.
Saying that the hike was re-scheduled by Sunday morning and asked me if I could come.
I felt my stomach rumbled with excitement and my body saying ‘yes’ already.
But then, there’s so much ‘but’s’ with life; I am scheduled to go home and do laundry beforehand.
My face turned upside-down, I dropped my phone not knowing what to reply.
As I was thinking what to prioritized that weekend, I thought of what had supposed to happen but never happened anyway,
It felt like, what meant to be will always happen.
And that my friend is the reason why I said yes to hike and later on coming home.
Saturday afternoon after doing my laundry and cleaning up our room, my weekend starts to be amazingly different.
We rode up to our friend’s house to stay for the night and was planned to start hiking at first light of Sunday.
We spend the night with chit-chats and enthusiasm for tomorrow’s.
We slept with our heart’s pounding excitedly.
At first light, as planned, although a little late we started the supposed to be four hours of hike.
Thinking back while we are tramping up, this wasn’t the weekend I foresee.
I was surrounded by new faces, laughing and taking pictures while the hike was on.
I smiled inwardly, a thought crossed my mind that maybe I need to be away sometimes to meet strangers and learn from them.
The hike was as hard as it is, our shoes was sometimes stuck on mud.
We all struggle to reach the top, stopping at houses to ask for some water and to rest for a while.
Yes, there are still inhabitants at an almost remote area and they were very kind and willing to help every hikers.
I can not afford not to smile at the small things along our hike, for humanity is still alive.
Every stop leads to better view and more laughter, these strangers and this hike
Makes me feel light, I exhaled and enjoyed the view every time we stop for a quick rest.
As we continue, the trail becomes higher and harder.
We hardly keep our balance not to fall and wished that our knees wouldn’t surrender.
While the others was behind us, these thoughtful new faces awaits them just to make sure that everyone’s fine.
I know it’s awkward and all, but I guessed this is better than being stuck in my room and watching movies all the damn time.
Maybe at some point in life there got to be a change in the way I pattern my life.
And this year, hiking Mt. Matangili Rocks which is about three to four hours of hike at various paces serves as my stepping stone
I have told myself that this adventure shouldn’t stop here, it’s just the beginning of everything.
A new life full of new experiences, a note filled with bucket lists, self-peace.
They say if you want to find yourself, you’re going to spend your whole life doing so.
So instead of stressing my mind trying to find ‘me’, I’m just gonna let life find me.
Finally, after three hours or so we reached the top.
The view was worth the hike, every sweat and an almost-stumble posts.
It is breathtakingly beautiful, every corner at the top gives exemplary view.
Since this is my first to climb a rocky mountain, it’s considered as the best yet.
Hiking is a decision that shouldn’t be decided upon so easily.
Hike at your own risk they say, because along the way there is always danger.
But, they say that the rarest and most beautiful view comes after the hardest hike.
Mt. Matangili Rocks rocked us.