Change of Scenery
For the past few days, I went to Cotabato, plowed through Maguindanao, Koronadal, Sultan Kudarat, General Santos, Surallah, Digos, and finally settled in Davao. My heart is swimming in stories of survival, loss, and quiet bravery.
I grew up in Mindanao. Working in a city like Makati can make you prone to become detached from your roots…you’re presented with the challenge to get out of it as often as you can, and search for what truly gets the Filipinos’ pulse racing. (Deep in your gut, you know you can’t find it in your desk at the office, regular watering hole, or pad.)
I needed this change of scenery, and the chance to reconnect with people who stemmed from a similar history to mine. Most of my new friends have been through worse than I can ever imagine. But they all echoed the same sentiment: what the hell are you doing with your life, to make each waking moment matter?
Brave the waves,