I do not know if it is a bad thing but, though I could usually and easily disregard many things and some aspects of my daily activities, I seem to care about EVERYTHING A LOT, pathologically.

There is joy in early chilly morning walks/jogs/runs under the ironically languorous autumn trees and along pavements with scattered fallen leaves.

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"It is not the load that breaks you down.
It is the way you carry it." – Lena Horne

'Go Forth'

'Your life, is your life. Don’t let it be clubbed into dark submission. Beyond what we watch, there are ways out. There is light somewhere. It may not be much light, but it beats the darkness. Beyond what we watch, the gods will offer you chances; Know them, take them. You can’t beat death, but you can beat death in life, sometimes. [And] The more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. Your life, is your life. Know it while you have it. You are marvelous that the gods wait to delight in you. Go forth. Take it on.'

Wow. There really come a time when you realize that people do go separate ways and grow out of love, the kind where that connection is clearly becoming really thin and in the verge of breaking. It makes you think about which better move to take: keep holding on to it, wait for it to snap, and get hurt or to simply let it go.

Anticipating a short foreign travel any time in the very near future, I pulled out my most traveled backpack, the one I flew the most often (even since my last years in PH) with and my hand carry coming to NYC. I did not realize that the compass, bought from the Hing's store in my hometown for 49Php when I was in high school, was still in its box in one of the pockets. A collection of flight tags was also very well secured in the bag. I might take the bag with me soon.