...December
19, 2013: I rented a bike to roam around the island, to find the secret spot of
the place where I belong now. ..I don’t know why but when the lady handed me
the bike and the moment I touched the handle I felt a very peculiar feeling. It’s
so strange and I never felt like this before. I touched the wheel and the
brake, I kept reminding myself that I shouldn’t do it; it might not be safe as
it's been ages since I last used a bicycle. My blood surge like I’m a
professional biker. Well, I know I'm not. But the feeling is awesome; I can’t
even define it myself. It awakens my blood. I put on my headset, turn on the music,
and rode the bike and I start pedaling. One, two, three, until I no longer know
how many pedals I did. I can’t hear any sound except the song of Incubus,
"Are you in?" And it seemed to me that the song was asking me
literally. Am I really in? Or I belong to somewhere else. It’s nice to be
"in" in a society, but what if it’s not something that I enjoy doing,
because I prefer doing things on my own? I enjoy doing things alone, obviously.
I know I can blend with the group, but I don’t want to be always in a group. I
can be in a group, but most of the time, I love being alone with music and book
as my companion. Is that something that I should apologize to the group where I
belong? But do I really belong to a group? Now, that’s complicated. I never
stopped pushing the pedal even to the place where it’s a little bit high, there
were times that I can't breathe and the muscle on my leg begun to crumple because
it is not used to this kind of activity. I never stopped. I pushed myself and
just continued pedaling. I can’t stop, I'm afraid to stop because I might not
continue pedaling anymore. As I was driving, I feel the wind splashing my face;
all of my fears appear in my mind. My past appears in front of me like a big television rewinding my
life 10years ago. I saw my innocent smile, my naïve reaction to every situation,
and my clueless emotions. I saw myself, and I saw how life molds me into who I am
today. I must admit I
have a lot of fears; fear of rejection, fear of heights, fear of closed places,
fear of losing my family...but I am never afraid to be alone. Maybe that is the
reason why I chose Boracay when I messed up my life in Manila. I knew then that
I will be able to find the part of me that went missing for almost a decade.
….One
by one, my fears haunted me. The more that I pedal the bike, the more that my
fears appear in front of me. It is asking me to free them all, to let go of
them. To give myself the power over them and not them over-powering me. I pedal
as fast as I could…I can feel the wind washing my whole being..While biking,
the person that I used to love appears in my mind. The man whom I gave my whole
self without hesitation. The man whom I thought would be with me until my last
breath. A man whom I spent almost a decade of my life. It’s been a year since
we decided to stop making memories together. He is now a fading memory that I
should bury. Then a thought appear, everyone is blaming him for what happened
to us. For what he did. I think for the first time, I should defend him. I
should defend the man who used to protect me in all circumstances. A man who
was willing to give up everything just to be with me. Who defied the true
meaning of love just to show how he really cares for me. I think it’s time for
me to tell the world that he is a good man. What happened to us was not his
sole mistake. I should blame myself too. It takes two to tango, that’s true.
And every relationship is a two way radio. I should blame myself too. Even my
mother told me that he is a good man, and most of the time I am the bad girl in
our relationship. He always say that I never became his woman, but he is always
my man, because I never allowed him to control me, because I always have
something to say, and my decision always matter, not his. And for that, he may have
lost his ego as a man along the way. That I truly understand and I acknowledge
it now. He may have lost his self-respect while he was with me. I am really
sorry. Our 9yrs and 7month relationship was not perfect, just like a normal
relationship and I know that everything that has a beginning has an ending. We had
a beautiful love story but we're not meant to be together, so it has to end. I
am sorry Jed; I know you deserve my apology too, as I deserve yours. If there
is one thing that I will always thank you for, it's for respecting my mother
and for loving her like your own mom. I salute you for that… pedal, more pedal
as I passed through a high road.
…I
reached a cross road so I had to stop, I swerved and chose the one which is
unknown to me and I don’t know where it would lead me. Another face of a person
appears in my mind. A beautiful man with a beautiful heart and spirit. A face
of a person who is loved by many, and admire by thousands of people around the world.
A beautiful soul, that's what he is. I poked myself because I realized that a
tear is falling in my cheek and I couldn’t see the road because it blocks my
sight. For a very short period of time, I fell in love with his beautiful soul.
I love him...But he is not meant to stay. I love him but he doesn’t have to
know. I love him but that doesn’t mean that he should love me too. I love him
and I should stop loving him…goodbye to you... Thank you for the memory. Then I
passed on the part of the road which is covered by sand, I saw myself flying in
the air when I hit the front brake of the bike. When my knee touched the rough
road, I felt no pain, I felt freedom instead. Freedom from inner pain, freedom
from my past. Freedom from all the people who used to govern my emotion. I had
wound and scratches on my knee but the pain are just in the outside. It's tolerable…
…until I saw the blood dripping down..OMG..Then I realized, I’m afraid of
blood. Another fear. No way! I wiped the blood and parked my bike and went directly
to the beach. I washed my wound with sea water...Ouch! That’s painful. After
washing it with salt water, I sprayed it with an alcohol Damn! Ouch, ouch...Ouch!
…I sit back at the sand, watched the beautiful scenery and smile... I am FREE now.


I see writing (and riding) is very cathartic for you! We all need personal time to reflect and listen to our heart. Isn't it amazing how a simple thing like forgiveness is able to set us free? With time, all wounds will heal but the scars remain to remind us of our triumph over adversity. Plus, it builds character… LOL! You are free because you have come to realize that these scars (both internal & external) will no longer confine nor define you. And know that they have made you even MORE beautiful, not less. Thanks for sharing and please… keep writing and riding!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Russ..yes, it was indeed a beautiful journey. It took me a year to let go of angst and pain..but I have peace now, and that's what important.. I no longer carry the burden of my past and I have to thank the "bike" for that. :)
Delete..and yes, I am planning to buy a bike so I can continue the ride of my life..and write the tidbits of it. :)