” … I think fear is merely a brat that needs to be coaxed once but never tolerated for long. To be conquered, not romanticized.”
JIL DIAMANTE
Cuenca, Batangas | Philippines
Climbing Mt. Maculot was one of those experiences when I refused to recognize my fear of height. Because I think fear is merely a brat that needs to be coaxed once but never tolerated for long. To be conquered, not romanticized.
And so sitting at the edge of this mountain’s so-called “Rockies”, I let my heart slowly increased its tempo as my eyes roamed over the 706-meter-deep lush forest. Awkwardly posed and engulfed by dense fog, I clung on for dear life. Knees shaking, fog slapping my cheeks like wet rags.
Also, I remember cussing. Any sudden strong gust of wind would signal a string of muffled curses under my breath. Boy, do I cuss damn hard.
Boy, do I cuss damn hard.
But it also made me utter prayers I seldom use. Can’t help it then.
P.S. I would love to elaborate this adventure but some photos were already missing and the ones left were unfortunately subjected to my pink-obsessed era on Instagram. What was I thinking? Stupid creative juice poisoning.
FINI.