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@thisisedz
Unrecognizable image you see standing in front of the mirror. A once tightly locked target now turned into a shallow vanity. Coffee stains on your mug then represented hopes held dearly; Slowly lost, confused in a four-corner maze of endless undefined pursuits.
Uncalm Color Photograph by Chris Featherstone
I Miss My Youth
I miss the school days of my youth.
Getting up at 5:30 in the morning, then sipping a cup of instant coffee.
I’d then take a bath with a warm water, prepared by my Lola.
I’d walk my way to school with a friend or two; easy; carefree.
We were just like any other students: attending classes, performing tasks.
During breaks we’d chat; we’d laugh; we’d play; we’d day dream.
When class ends, I’d walk my way home, exhausted yet looking forward to repeating the day again.
I miss the Saturdays of my youth.
I’d turn on the TV and watch my favorite kids’ programs.
Moments later, I’d change the channel to catch the weekly countdown of the best music videos.
Those were the “in” things then.
My soiled clothes will then wave at me; I’d face them after.
At times, Saturdays were spent for home works and group projects.
The day would end, with me having a handful of things.
It was a long day and there seemed to be a lot of time.
I miss the Sundays of my Youth.
After attending a local church service, I’d go home for a simple lunch.
The throwback music would lead me to take a nap, to re-energize.
The following day is a Monday, so I had to prepare my stuff.
In front of the television, I’d press my school uniform. Neatly, I’d hang them.
And my shoes, yes, they were polished, brushed as if they were new again.
I miss my laid-back youth.
I’d research using Encarta, saved files using diskette.
At class reporting, Manila paper were used. Powerpoint was scarce.
Selfies were unknown. Camera shots were limited.
Competitions were through the highest scores in “Space Impact” or “Snake”.
I did not have Spotify nor Youtube; “burning” actually meant storing files via CD.
I miss the randomness of my youth.
Those unplanned adventures, the secret trips to a classmate’s home.
We’d take long walks; distance which if I’d take now, would probably double the required time.
Welcomed by fresh Buko, we’d quench our thirst. The best thing: they were for free.
At times, we’d just take the road on our feet, without any destination in mind.
Maybe, we’d just want to kill time because we had a lot.
We did not come to a realization that we were making memories.
Along with those casual conversations were connections being forged, sealed.
I miss the Summers of my youth.
I’d just stay at home. Eat. Sleep. Take a bath. The process repeats the next day.
It had it lazy, but it was not unproductive.
I loved it when I had music on the background while I lie on my bed on sunny afternoon.
Dreaming, imagining, painting stories of future in my mind.
It kept me excited, determined and thrilled.
The images were vivid. They were perfect. They filled my determination.
If I will be given a chance to relive my youth, I will definitely do it.
I will even ask for Time to pause. A week, a month, just to experience my youth again.
Relive the past, same people, same condition, but with my present day self.
What will I tell myself then? I don’t know, maybe I will just be as spontaneous as I was before.
It would have been great!
However, time is such a precious commodity. No one can afford its price.
And yes, I can’t return to yesteryears, but I will always hold my youth’s treasured memories.
I miss it. I just miss my youth.
The two then become one. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz7CZQIpzEqNsjiG-s45pXvka9dVELCpCSJdhM0/?igshid=92gfjh8503a5
When you finally see what you’re looking for. #sunset (C) @dg_bacolod (at Boracay Island) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/Bw4HKqMhVeBDmtpoMWa597tD3xWWXiPgyFpNO40/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cvpi30ecjufs
Isla. (at Boracay Island) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/Bw33rNHheMVpulbOOXHc2Uu1RhKFspnLXZGmKs0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kcluq5anidjq
Direction + Providence lead to a meaningful journey. Listen to His instructions, expect His involvement. Advance Happy Easter! :) (at Boulevard Dumaguete) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/Bweq4atBtoHmowA5vUufyTCvME2KNBksISaBgw0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18fpq68izrz68
Finding an escape from the city rush is worth every single penny when spent in this spring resort. Take a plunge, friends. (at The Forest Camp, Valencia, Negros Oriental) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/BwHliLUjFuYbkKx8ka5ZXKjeUSHZn1TfWAHqKA0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18epsq7xmgj2b
Cold waters of the Spring, The Forest Camp, Valencia Negros Oriental. https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/BwCbFmoDb4lGvowaku-lh8YBD2sDDYHW9wO69s0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=55qim7zostqy
Seems like a paradise. (at The Forest Camp, Valencia, Negros Oriental) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/Bv_psPVDthVPbrr_Qy8bSFRwyDiQOtRqHTjfrk0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3idrc4ixew0z
Random note on the floor. 😊 (at University of St. La Salle) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/Bv6RJV-DTajv1jaPLnLL0o5Fgm2ZDbUz4pUcX00/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14d87xkw3wccl
As life throws us from side to side, there are days when we feel defeated, betrayed or even devoured. Yes, we may be exhausted, but as the day ends and darkness closes in, the night promises us rest. The stillness gives us peace as we exhale and surrender our concerns to our Heavenly Father, who extends His unending grace, morning by morning. #chasingsunsets #overflowinggrace https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/Bvyi4YNDt46ApHp-IGxNEEeJFU07-494nsVZbY0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1c3cfpdb8imw1
Rise up. (at Tiera Alta Clubhouse Valencia Negros Oriental) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/BvwMuT6DZwFr7SIemca9Y22UWDPHh8lddWmAdY0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9nml2tarvjp2
Your home in the middle of the sea. (at Manjuyod) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/Bvvp8EIDAANw89ZKq-iGdPH0S9SbWK1bykK23c0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xa6l5j9y0xce
Tropical. 🌞🏝 (at Manjuyod) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/Bvvb-QwjAbk8t8kU6RLMkxMSMZoEpldFA5WQqM0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18ox47chj9f5t
at Aroma Beach Resort https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/Bvs6SocDyid6q1giEmT4TegN5h_6AGgY4XV27g0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1go14057acod7
🌿🏝 (at Suyac Island Eco Park, Sagay City) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/BvsM1_3DrVmsqo0pquaX3gsPewd5QfuvpHEc-Y0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gfy94whv8rfn
No storm can ravage your inner peace. Just let it flow; let it be still. (at Suyac Island Eco Park, Sagay City) https://www.instagram.com/thisisedz/p/BvrNJhhjd6MOjFIUZPMgxEDgrix2vyIFQzQP-80/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5fpfcjl3byix