Twenty-Five Twenty-One is a subtle reminder of all the difficulties we’ve all gone through in life – from undiscussed childhood issues to teenage angst up to the responsibilities forced upon becoming an adult. All 16 episodes directed by Jung Ji-hyun will make us ponder how short but beautifully-lived life should be, of how precious time is.
Maybe this is what growing apart does to us. It makes us discover things beyond horizons that we exist in. It allows us to focus on other matters. It helps us dissect through the many challenges that come upon our lives and see through the many decisions – and indecisions – that we have to make.
We are the results of the many circumstances that happen to us.
The shortest distance between two points may be a straight line. But I guess there are certain views that can only be appreciated when we take detours. There are lessons that make more sense when we opt for the rough road. And there are presents that can’t be otherwise enjoyed unless we follow the longer route.
There’s wisdom in watching once again the series that you so love in your childhood. The lessons you’ll learned keep on changing and the impressions you’ll have varies on your experiences. As Robertson Davies puts it: a truly great book should be read in youth, again in maturity, and once more in old age, as a fine building should be seen by morning light, at noon, and by moonlight.
Beyond relationship status, I guess we have to learn to make better relationships with the people around us and of those whom we encounter. I’m happy to have spent my vacation with fellow volunteers who rendered their time and energy debunking misconceptions, assisting and pacifying patients, and providing a little ray of light in this time of the pandemic.
But the future I was looking forward to didn’t come into realization. The year 2020 happened. The pandemic put everything to a halt and like everyone else, I found myself in a fork in the road with seemingly dead ends on both paths. I no longer know where I was going and how to keep going.
The sun is up and mighty this unexpected holiday – and out of nowhere, my mind began to dream of the cool waters, the warm company, the sumptuous food: that much-needed trip to Maribago Blue Waters. Weird. On normal days, my mind would usually drift into the trails and mountains. Those close to me know I’m no beach person. It’s always summits rather than seas.
While everyone is capitalizing on being productive in this time of pandemic – to venture into a new hobby, look for new job opportunities, stay on top of the demands at work – I realized that it is also equally important to take a break. To just do nothing because resting is also a form of productivity.
Fridates with Kamote is an online support group born to provide encouragement in this time of pandemic. This aims to lighten up the burden of each member by affirming what has been felt all through the week and motivating each other to keep fighting, to keep living despite and in spite of.
Traveling has always been my personal means of escaping the hassles of work and naggings of life. Weekends were my ‘me time’ – a time to recharge, to eliminate the toxics of my life, to connect with nature. But the onset of the coronavirus pandemic has left me constrained within the four-walls of our house, surrounded by concrete buildings, chained by regulations forbidding any geographical movement.
My mind has become a gruesome battlefield for almost four months of quarantine now.