Let me just say, after getting lost and going through a very dangerous path, we were led to a place that was way below our expectations. Everyone was tired and hungry and sleepy, especially those who still came from Friday shift. I promised myself I don't want to rant about the specific things that happened. I'm gonna keep that promise.
I just realized a few things. The beach has always been a haven for me ever since I was a kid. Growing up in Bacolod City and visiting to relatives in Iloilo and Negros Occidental, my family often go to the beach during celebrations like birthdays. I would always look forward to that especially during summer vacation from school. Kids always have fun. Why? They don't expect much. They see happiness in little things and have fun in many different ways. They don't think about the problems that go with planning a trip-- expenses, travel, time, food and yes, even companions. Children don't care what other people think. As long as they can play, they're happy. As adults, we tend to make everything perfect. If things don't go our way, we get mad. We find ways to blame someone or anyone. Sometimes, things get out of control. So tell me, what is the purpose of complaining about the things we cannot control? Why don't we find a way to make the best of what we have? Why can't we throw away the sarcasm and look at the brighter side of things and at least enjoy the moment? In the end, we just end up getting more wrinkles on our faces and more bitterness in our hearts. That's why I miss being a kid. I miss that time when little things make one happy.
At least I can say I got great pics and I am still happy I was able to go to the beach. I know I won't be bitching about that. Click the picture to view online album.