..worth to get lost in the trail..

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The mountain seemed to be a painting, cut out from a canvass and pasted on my front view. Capped by thin clouds around its tip while the occurring drizzles created a rainbow I cannot remember anymore how many colors it is made of. Exhilirating is an understatement. I can see from where I am standing the descending whole city, and I am relieved that at that moment, I alienated myself with the busy life there. The time that passes quickly without noticing slowed down here in this rain forest, and our tents were arranged in such a way that we are the lucky sole guests occupying the verdant spacious grass with heaven as our roof. Life on top of a hill, it's one of the many lists in my dream board. And the air I'm breathing, it's liberating.

We prepared our back packs for a hiking. It was early morning and the weather's gloomy, but not our enthusiasm to reach the waterfalls. We started out with reminiscing stories of highschool bloopers, and in a half hour, we are already at the dark insides of thick trees untouched by civilization. "No trespassing", we read the sign after figuring out that the trail we used to follow is actually close. Determined not to go back to the camping site, we did what seemed to be the craziest and so far, the  most perilous journey. We walked the strait of the river, having in mind that it has only one source, which is our goal: finding the waterfalls. Everyone is quiet now, as none of us cannot say what time is it, how far we've come and how long we'll be walking and climbing the rocks and logs along the river. It started to rain, and I felt the pang of fear of not going back again. Of not being able to attend my college graduation, not having to work in the hospital, and my top list of being the best wife and the best mommy should the water rise and flood us away. I fell on the shallow rocks and bruised my knees, but we kept going, as we can hear the strong gush of water falls...somewhat near, but where?

Hours passed, and though I'm poor in Math, I estimated about 3 hours of being lost in the trail. What consoled us the entire journey is the sound of the waterfalls. And having gone long enough, and hard enough, turning back without finding what we are looking for was never our option. Over our shaking knees.

The waterfalls welcomed us with such grace and splendor, as if it was worth journeying, worth losing in the trail, worth all the bruises. We bathe to our hearts, and the past hours of inconveniences were forgotten. It's a cliche but indeed, it was worth the wait. And though I've been there for many times, it felt like the first time.

How many dreams do we have in mind? Probably, some of them we dropped already. Because along the way, we can read the sign, "No Trespassing". We think it's a dead end, and that it is not for us. But somehow, deep in the strand of our hearts, we can hear the "gush" of our dreams, so intense that we are determined to use another path, no matter how impossible it may seem. We may fall once, even twice, and bruise ourselves in the name of pursuing it. But if you keep hearing it, somehow near but don't know where, it must've been waiting for you to find it, in grace and splendor. And if you find it, you'll thanked the rocks that once blocked your way, the falls you endured, the scars you bear. You'll forget the rain, the time that passed, the pangs of fear.

It was worth to get lost in the trail... And finding your dream.

"But no one can lose sight of what he desires. Even if there are moments when he believes the world and the others are stronger. The secret is this: do not surrender."-The Fifth Mountain