..sojourn..

The sun seemed to refuse coming out of the solemn sky while I'm riding on the bus one cold morning. It's my habit settling down near the window shield. While we are trudging the stretches of the lazy road, the building that was once only a skeleton I noticed, is now a huge empire almost inextricable from heaven. I may have been so busy with perplexed things that had it not been due to the impulsive stoppage of our neophyte driver I won't be able to give a gaze on it. On another interruption, this time, by a slow motion of traffic flow, my vision came across the lined palm trees. I wondered when it appeared to be there since the place was all occupied by desert sands. Oh, maybe my world was suspended the time they were rooted there, I mumbled.

In one of the books by Paulo Coelho in which he was in search of an ancient sword, not only had he found the sword itself but the innate strength he never thought he contained.

When I decided to take a detour in my career a year ago, I thought I was just looking for something different in my life..or to challenge my protected wall.. Living independently, I realized that I came to know myself better: what I wanted, what I needed, the passions I blatantly disregarded because other people's needs are my priorities.

The bus stopped. We arrived at the usual destination. I might be doing all the travel everyday but there's one thing that made it different this time. My eyes are more open now, sensitive to the milieu, my mind, my being..they are all compose for abeyance or transformation..

..because now I do not label myself as a tourist..

..I am a PILGRIM.