FEb. 6, 2014---habitual walk-roadside

7pm something--- IT's just me and the lonely roadside leading to Clark Airbase. I started walking along these grassy, tree infested fields just beside the road where plenty of cars, vans and jeepney carrying full loads of passengers, employees maybe coming in and out of Clark Freeport ZOne. This ain't the fastest lane for sure. This is not the city yet and the road leading to Clark itself where airplanes would arrive in and depart from is a highly busy road. It is a two lane highway, definitely not deserted, seen from Clarkview, another road where bars, hotels, diners, pubs stores and motels are located and Clark itself is an AIr base where airplanes, jet fighters are located. Plenty of pilot schools are placed within its area. I started my afternoon routine of alternate walk, run and jog at about five, a time when employees would rush out of their workplaces and out into the real life, so I happened to pass by plenty of jeepney loading and unloading people in front of Shoe Mart, a mall owned by a Chinese. It has a long story of how it came to be. Exactly in front of it is my entry to my getaway.There are two guard houses to pass by before really enjoying the stillness of nature in Clark, the closest I can get to a trek. OF course, I greeted the police and security officers a good afternoon even when at times, greeting strangers is unwelcome for them and a bit uncomfortable for me, a jobless diabetic who never runs out of steam and would blow it anywhere especially when ego conflicts happen just before my afternoon jog. When things get tough at home, where peace needs to be, I tend to sulk or just get out. I swing from those two extremes. SO I chose the latter, after sulking in for three hours in bed. Okay, so as a type one diabetic, I knew an active lifestyle would keep me on my toes and better, meet other people in the process of staying sane and able to move, not die out. I started to stretch first, feel the calming air sweeping through my moist skin. It's fascinating and almost breathtaking to have a clear view of the mountain ranges and setting sun from behind them. Nature clearly speaks volumes in its simple most humble ways. I wanted to ask myself am I really working out or just playing, having a leisure time out here where trees say "hi!" and the setting sun says "bye!" Though my feet and muscles hurt, I can no longer feel them due to the relaxing and u-close encounter with nature, I feel and breathe in. At last I can be at ease in the presence of nature. Its bounty is ever healing, soothing and mostly, unshakable. It is present and in the moment. It receives even the most painful dread we experience, releases it out into the open but in a quiet and gentle manner. And the longer I stay with it, the more I benefit from it, feeling the rush of the air while I run, yet steadily grounded and rooted to the ground, evident in the path and plush, almost lush grass alternating cemented stones and coverings of a canal under the suspended expressway. I can almost scream, curse and thank the wind for its blessings for its detoxifying and electrifying feel rushing through my veins, lungs, muscles and head. It's all I need to come up with positive thoughts to propel me into a made up world, a perfect one, one that's far from reality. My cheeks would blush as an effect of the energizing air plus my muscles getting a workout and blood would flow constantly. I can't even stop walking for I know my heart needs this healthy run, connecting myself with nature and freely frolicking where time isn't of much importance and the sky is visible everywhere I look and go. The sun is slowly setting as I went toa convenient store to buy a bar of chocolate and a bottle of water for fuel. It's probably six already six already I thought. The flow of the traffic was easy breezy, and I'm all fired up with my jog/walk and find it a necessity to FEED MY WANDERLUST and maybe I can adjust a little with the ever flowing and calm state of traffic, maybe jog and breathe at the same time to not seem like I'm being chased by a raging buffalo/bull. As I reached a stair heading to a pilot school, I looked around, and inhaled the air being consumed by pilots. I'm close to a pilot school. It must be enlightening and thrilling to be riding an airplane, seeing the world through a window and palpitating at the sight of the world under me. Yes, it's also a strange wish slash ambition of mine to get to fly an airplane, a real one. If I must breathe in, it could be of much positive and life-enhancing air, not of give up and lose a lot. I was just staring at a big sign saying this way to _______Aviation school. It's just twenty foot steps away, I can almost smell the engines of those fast paced, flying machines people ride. I viewed from where I am, started staring at the gloomy skies and distant mountains appearing blue from afar. I resumed my walking, taking advantage of this time communing with nature, receiving its gifts and pleasant surprises. And I thank my Creator for the wonders of this world, much much more of it still undiscovered and unseen. I want to die living to live in it. https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn1/t1/523426_4005105440256_235119223_n.jpg