There is no eternal springtime…my 2009 office outoftown blog

Got that phrase from one of C.S. Lewis book… though i forget the book, the phrase stuck to me like kanin on your heel. it’s not a pretty feeling but you get the picture.

Yesterday was the best. A trip with my colleagues from the office for our summer outing came to realization after just a day of planning…

sun shining high. windows down. wonderful tracks blasting from the ipod.

take the pagsanjan-caliraya-taytay-antipolo route back to edsa…

One word to describe what i felt with the trip?

BLISS.

despite the 2-hour sleep and the other unpleasant feelings (like say… my tummy having it’s own version of the world war revolution) I find the drive, taking pictures and enjoying the company of new friends excite me. 

I haven’t expanded my horizon in terms of looking for new people to meet and enjoy their company, so i guess it was a welcome change to find out that although age, sexual preference, uprbinging, education etc… are factors of how well society view people- it is really never true that it will be the same scale used when forming friendships.

I was amazed how diverse people in the office are.

Experience mold us to think differently. Act differently.

I am truly blessed.

My curiosity is quenched.

So why then “no eternal springtime?” well— bec. for a moment there I thought— this is what i want. To drive into forever… to breathe in every sinlge beauty of the roadtrip scenes… to take in every single lyric that was produced from that tiny hunk of metal that is converting ridges on a cd to what we sense as music… to experience euphoria from a single smile, a knowing glance, a brotherly hug, a pat on the back… all that! 

And though i know that things like these would not last forever… I know that there is nothing that can stop us from experiencing it yet again. Maybe in a different form…

No worries.

There is no striaght line of thought in this particular blog– like skipping stones that can’t figure out how many bounce it will make over that peaceful surface.

And yet I know only one thing.

I want to bounce.

Bounce… Bounce…

-c-